Are you sure this is what you want?” “I wont say I love him because I don’t think I do. I may do one day but Harry can amateur make me as happy as any man who isn’t you and I know he loves me. He isn’t the most exciting of men and he isn’t exactly varied sexually but that’s ok. I can cope with it.” “If your absolutely sure it’s what you want baby then how can I say no. I hope you will be really happy together.” We continued fucking, making love and having sex right up until the morning of her marriage. And then she was married, and it all stopped. About nine months later she gave birth to Maisy, my cum granddaughter. Once she married I moved to my current home on the coast overlooking the sea where she would bring her family on their annual holiday and we would celebrate Maisy’s birthday. But we never had sex again. Maisy was the spitting image of her mother and grandmother with exactly the same temperament, and the same stubborn streak. “Are you sure you don’t mind daddy?” Mary asked, “We will be blowjob there but not on her birthday. It will probably be a couple of weeks after depending on asian how the visit goes in America.” “No of course I don’t mind. But will Maisy be happy spending her fifteenth birthday with granddad?” “Yes she said she is looking forward to it. You know how much she loves seeing you.” “Well if your sure then that’s fine I will meet her at the station.” “Okay. Bye. Love you.” And she was gone. I couldn’t complain really. Harry had done really well. Both for himself and for the company since I made him a partner. Then after I decided to go part time retired he took over the everyday running of the business. He had upgraded everything really. Gone computerised and streamlined production. And the visit to America I knew was in the hope of getting doggystyle a really lucrative contract so I was happy to take care of Maisy. And they would join us a couple of weeks later. “Hi gramps.” Maisy said throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me like she hadn’t seen me for years. He really need to get a better hair cut. “He didn’t threaten you or asian anything, did he?” I asked her. I stood on my toes and tried to get a glimps of the priests. He took the time to practice his magic and exercise his lust by conjuring small gusts of wind designed to give him a better look up the skirts of leggy businesswomen and flight attendants. Her clit throbbing against his large warm tongue. Rapture slammed into my mind. The guy found her clit and was going to town on it. "Do you swear that these are Nettie's panties, and that they haven't been washed since she wore 'em?" Time to pound some serious Mommy pussy like the good Son I was. Well, inch along it was going to be. You asshole!” I yell as he starts jackhammering me, fucking my butt so hard that I feel like I am getting rug burns on the fronts of my thighs from the couch and the force of his cock feel like it is raising my feet up off the floor. Two Runners died from dehydration rather than risking approaching the water holes where they might be caught. So after work I get in my truck to meet up with her .. She was wearing a plain school girl skirt and long black fuck me boots. They pressed amateur themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan's cock as it slid out of cum Joey's asshole sounding like a cork going off. “Well, Elsie will be there waiting for you. My name is James Blassingame and I doggystyle am related to you through you paternal blowjob grandfather back in North Carolina. I vaguely heard the older man telling the younger man to get his phone out and vaguely remember seeing Pete holding the phone in front of different parts of my body and face before the intensity of the vibrations triggered a quite intense orgasm. This was a different kind of arousal. “My wife, my sweet Nova, you have to give her that gift.” She sat back down onto me and her ass readily swallowed my cock. “Next week’s report had better be fucking good for this.” Out of nowhere, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I sat there casting down my eyes.* The long chain she wrapped around her waist belt.