Desi and grandpa

"Hi, gramps, I need to aim a piss and fill my water supply bottleful before I get started.

Gas is replete & I put new blades on her this morning.

Probably convey about an hour & a half to two hours to get it all mowed.

You do n't beware that I brought my fat ol'married woman to hang out with you while I knock this two acres out, do you ?"

Andy is my grandson & he 's been married to Desiree for nearly three twelvemonth.

She absolutely looks beamy with her significant belly pushing out from her slight figure.

I could recite by the way she rolled her eyes that it was n't the firstly time she 'd get word the 'fat ol'married woman'comment.

"fountainhead, bud, I guess I can put up with her for that prospicient.

This office can always use a woman 's touch ; you know, sweeping, mopping, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can address all that in just a couplet hours ?"

Desi shook her fingerbreadth at me and gave me a immense hug, pressing her firm tits into my chest a little harder than usual.

She took Andy 's water bottle and filled it while he was in the bathroom.

After a quick osculation and a swat to his tail, he was out the door.

Desi and I stood on the pack of cards and watched him drive his lawn tractor to the far incline of my diminished acreage ; he was right, it usually did take on him close to two 60 minutes to do the job ... how would I entertain Desi that long ?

"Well, honey, the remote control for the TV is on the coffee board ; find whatever you want.

I was in the midsection of washing up yesterday 's bag, then I 'll put a load of washing in the washer ; I need some fairly jeans, that 's why I 'm still in my pj freighter.

There 's low temperature water supply, coke and DP in the fridge if you 're thirsty."

"I 'll dry the dishes as you wash, Grandad. We can bump 'em out pretty quick that way ; okay ?"

Was she kidding me ? Of course it would be okay.

Those Daisy Duke poor shorts, T-shirt and hanker peg could outride as long as she liked.

As she dried the dishes, there were several clock time she raised her shirt and rubbed her sister bump.

Yeah ... I did notice that the top of those jean short pants was unfastened and the zipper was open about half way.

I had to face up the sink as much as possible to hide my rising hard on.

"You 're bang-up granddaughter is beginning to find out all about soccer ; she 's been kicking a lot today.

Ooooo ... that was a good one ; you want to find ?"

I pulled the stopper from the drainpipe and dried my hands on the t-towel,"I sure enough do ; that missy and I are gon na be the best buddies in the country."

I dropped all the way to my knees as Desi raised her shirt.

Needless to say, I was shocked, but very delight to see her rhytidectomy it all the way over her high, steady tits.

When I cocked my head to the side, raised my eyebrow and said,"Nice,"she acknowledged my appreciation with a pat on the head word and said,"kiss her ; she already loves her Grandad."

The pot of pubic hair sticking out of the top of her half-open zipper caused my peter to hit full hardness. I glanced up at Desi 's case and saw her smile.

Her paw slid the slide fastener all the way down,"kiss anything you want, Grandad, Andy wo n't touch me and I 've been so roll in the hay horny the net month.

He thinks he 'll hurt the baby if we fuck, so the only sex we have is when I give him a blo ... Oh God !."

It did n't subscribe me more than a second gear to get the hint.

Her sentence was cut short when my tongue slid upward, across the top of her slit.

She let the shorts fall completely to the floor and slid one foot outward, about two feet, allowing to the full entree to her sweetness ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please jazz me. Please, please.. Oh, fuck, that feels so good."

The misfortunate young woman had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my head into her bush as she hit an orgasm ... standing in the kitchen.

I grabbed her shorts off the floor and, quickly, led her through my bedroom door,"Get naked, sweetheart, I have a lot more for you.

Just avail me listen for Andy 's mower, in case he comes to the house for something.

Within sec, Desi 's legs were in the air and my brass was ripe back where she wanted it. I 'm not for sure how many times I made her cum, or how long she was in a never-ending United States Department of State of orgasm, but we both were ready for a breach when we heard the lawn mower 's locomotive coming closer.

"Quick, get your clothes and go in the toilet.

I 'll stall him for a few minutes while you get dressed."

It only took 2 bit for me to hitch my pj rump back on and step into the kitchen.

I just finished wiping pussy juice off my face, at the kitchen sink, when Andy walked in.

"One of my fuckin'tires is gong flat, Grandad, do you have a can of Fix-a-Flat ?"

"Naw, but I have a nag kit. Find where it 's leaking while I get it from the garage ; I think Desi 's in the bathroom, I heard the threshold a few minute ago."

Both of them were standing beside the lawn mower when I brought the plug kit.

Within a duet hour, we had the mat fixed and aired up,"Did Desi tell you what I offered ?

I want to put her to work for two or three days a workweek ; probably three or four hours each day.

She knocked out my dirty dishes and loaded the washer a lot prompt than I can.

Your grandma was always a lot more effective than I am ... guesswork it 's a woman thing.

Anyway, if she wants to do it, I 'll pay her better than any maid I can regain around here."

"Sure, if she wants to do it. The spare money will assist, with the baby on the way."

Desi kissed her married man on the cheek and told him,"Thank you, Honey."

The mower was n't XV feet away when she turned to me and said,"C'mon, lover, let 's fuck."

We did ... and I ate her to two more orgasms ... and we fucked again.

We laid face by side for about 20 minutes, discussing our new 'business'arrangement.

"I want you to live I would ingest sex with you for zero. You do n't hold to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a working girl, anyway."

"Just think of yourself as horny, not a sporting lady.

Besides, I 'll be paying you for the work you do ; not the sex.

I may ask you to take out the bedcover back before we fuck.

You may have to lap the sheets.

I 'm sure the shower will necessitate to be rinsed down once we clean up.

See ? ? I 'll be having you work your tight little ass off.

Speaking of ass, do you butt fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'faithful cock pump and make this thing really hard, then I 'll happily hold it a shot."



No, I do n't sense bad about the affair I 've been having with my grandson 's wife for the go six years ; nor do I sense bad about Desi cheating on my grandson, two or three multiplication a week during that time.

My great-grandkids are beautiful, amazing girls.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three girls and the one matter I do palpate bad about is ... the middle one looks so much like me, she could, in fact, be mine ... yes, Millie probably is mine.

Lillian could be, also, since I was getting more of Desi 's pussy at the clock time than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the first and onetime, is now the smart kid in kindergarten.

I 'm 61 now, Desi is 28 and still hot as hell.

She tells me that I 'm the only 'other'cock she getting, but that 's the Saame title I would make, too.

Thankfully, with the help of Cialis and that damn good cock ticker, we still have sex as often as possible .