When we were composed again, I gave Francine and Christine their gifts. Francine loved the kabuki makeup. As I expected, the gender bending appealed t... her. She laughed and we hugged.Christine's gifts were easily the least valuable and the easiest to obtain. The gift was not the item, but the thought behind it. Clichés, about thoughtful gifts arise when the gifts fall flat. Christine was making me nervous. I had wrapped the gifts in a simple bag and tissue. Francine had opened hers and gone. "Do you like that grandad? Do you like me riding you hard?!" she asked"Yes! god! yes!" I groaned back, and eagerly she kept going.For another few minutes my college teen granddaughter continued to ride my hard cock, and all the while I sat back watching her spread bare arse, bounce up and down on me rapidly.Then she decided to switch around again, and pulling off my hard cock completely, she moved onto the sofa beside me, knelt down and presented me her naked round arse again.I quickly got up,. Ek din mere ghar par koi nahi tha aur main apne terrace par thi aur wo pados wale bhaiya mujhe dekh kar smile kar rahe the aur mai bhi unko dekh kar smile kar rahi thi aur wo mujhse puche ki tumhare ghar koi nahi h kya tum akeli ho kya apne ghar par main unko boli ki nahi mere ghar koi nahi h sab log bahar gaye h. Bhaiya mujhe majak me bole ki main aau kya tum akeli ho tho aur hum dono log ek dusre ko dekh kar smile karne lage. Wo mere ghar aaye aur main unko apne bedroom me liye gayi. Wo. How bad was it, you ask? It was so bad that they didn't even bother introducing me to the woman I was trying to be the personal assistant for. I spent the entire time talking to an HR person, who I guess did not love my bluntness and lack of enthusiasm.It's total bullshit, if you ask me. Anyone who is enthusiastic about being someone's personal assistant is either dumb as a rock or just fucking lying. A personal assistant is a glorified slave. Nothing more.Whatever. This gig wasn't really my.