Desi and Grandad

"Hi, Grandad, I need to assume a piddle and meet my water bottle before I get started.

Gas is full phase of the moon & I put new blades on her this morning.

Probably carry about an minute & a half to two hours to get it all mowed.

You do n't mind that I brought my fat ol'wife 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 year.

She absolutely looks refulgent with her pregnant belly pushing out from her thin anatomy.

I could secern by the way she rolled her eye that it was n't the first sentence she 'd heard the 'fat ol'married woman'gossip.

"Well, bud, I guess I can put up with her for that long.

This place can always use a adult female 's touch ; you know, sweeping, mopping, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can deal all that in just a couple hours ?"

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

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

After a fast kiss and a swat to his butt, he was out the door.

Desi and I stood on the deck and watched him drive his lawn tractor to the far side of my small land area ; he was right, it usually did take him close to two hours to do the job ... how would I entertain Desi that long ?

"Well, honey, the remote control for the TV is on the umber table ; receive whatever you want.

I was in the heart of washing up yesterday 's dishes, then I 'll put a warhead of washing in the washer ; I need some unobjectionable jeans, that 's why I 'm still in my pj merchantman.

There 's frigidity water, Cokes and DP in the fridge if you 're thirsty."

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

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

Those Daisy Duke short shorts, t-shirt and recollective legs could stay as long as she liked.

As she dried the dishes, there were several times she raised her shirt and rubbed her baby swelling.

Yeah ... I did notice that the top of those dungaree shortstop was unfastened and the zipper was open about half way.

I had to present the sink as much as possible to hide my rising gruelling on.

"You 're corking granddaughter is beginning to learn all about soccer ; she 's been kicking a lot today.

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

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

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

phonograph needle to say, I was shocked, but very pleased to see her lift it all the way over her mellow, firm tits.

When I cocked my straits to the face, raised my supercilium and said,"Nice,"she acknowledged my appreciation with a pat on the head and said,"Kiss her ; she already loves her Grandad."

The sight of pubic pilus sticking out of the top of her half-open zipper caused my pecker to hit full hardness. I glanced up at Desi 's human face and saw her smile.

Her hand slid the zipper all the way down,"Kiss anything you want, Grandad, Andy wo n't have-to doe with me and I 've been so fucking horny the last month.

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

It did n't take me Sir Thomas More than a second to get the hint.

Her sentence was cut unawares 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 metrical unit, allowing full access to her bouquet ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, delight fuck me. Please, please.. Oh, piece of tail, that feels so good."

The poor girl had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my head into her bush as she hit an sexual climax ... standing in the kitchen.

I grabbed her shorts off the story and, quickly, led her through my bedroom doorway,"Get bare, sweetheart, I have a lot more for you.

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

Within seconds, Desi 's legs were in the air and my fount was powerful back where she wanted it. I 'm not sure how many times I made her cum, or how retentive she was in a constant state of orgasm, but we both were quick for a break when we heard the lawn mower 's engine coming closer.

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

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

It only took 2 instant for me to flick my pj bottoms back on and abuse into the kitchen.

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

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

"Naw, but I have a plug away kit. Find where it 's leaking while I get it from the garage ; I think Desi 's in the lavatory, I heard the door a few minutes ago."

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

Within a couple minutes, we had the level fixed and aired up,"Did Desi tell you what I offered ?

I want to put her to ferment for two or three daylight a calendar week ; probably three or four hours each day.

She knocked out my marked-up dishes and loaded the automatic washer a lot quicker than I can.

Your Granny was always a lot more effective than I am ... hypothesis it 's a adult female thing.

Anyway, if she wants to do it, I 'll pay her comfortably than any amah I can notice around here."

"Sure, if she wants to do it. The extra money will help, with the infant on the way."

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

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

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

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

"I want you to acknowledge I would throw sex with you for goose egg. You do n't have to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a whore, anyway."

"Just think of yourself as horny, not a fancy woman.

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

I may involve you to pull the bedspread back before we fuck.

You may have to wash the sheets.

I 'm sure the exhibitioner will need to be rinsed down once we clean up.

See ? ? I 'll be having you work your stringent petty ass off.

public speaking of ass, do you butt against fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'faithful cock heart and create this thing really hard, then I 'll happily give it a shot."



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

My great-grandkids are beautiful, vex young lady.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three girls and the one matter I do feel bad about is ... the halfway 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 Sir Thomas More of Desi 's pussy at the time than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the first and honest-to-goodness, is now the smartest kid in kindergarten.

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

She tells me that I 'm the only 'other'pecker she getting, but that 's the Same claim I would make, too.

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