Desi and granddaddy

"Hi, granddaddy, I need to learn a piddle and make full my piddle bottle before I get started.

Gas is full & I put new blades on her this dawn.

Probably take about an 60 minutes & a half to two minute to get it all mowed.

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

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

She absolutely looks radiant with her meaning belly pushing out from her lose weight figure.

I could differentiate by the way she rolled her eyes that it was n't the first sentence she 'd heard the 'fat ol'wife'comment.

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

This place can always use a cleaning lady 's touch ; you know, brush, swabbing, dusting, cooking.

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

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

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

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

Desi and I stood on the deck and watched him get his lawn tractor to the far side of my small acreage ; 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 for the TV is on the coffee table ; discover whatever you want.

I was in the middle of washing up yesterday 's peach, then I 'll put a lode of laundry in the washer ; I need some make clean blue jean, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bottomland.

There 's coldness body of water, Coca Cola and DP in the electric refrigerator if you 're thirsty."

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

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

Those Daisy Duke short shorts, t-shirt and long wooden leg could rest as long as she liked.

As she dried the smasher, there were several meter she raised her shirt and rubbed her baby bump.

Yeah ... I did notice that the top of those jean shorts was unfastened and the slide fastener was open about half way.

I had to face the sump as much as possible to hide my rising arduous on.

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

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

I pulled the stopper from the drain and dried my custody on the t-towel,"I sure do ; that female child and I are gon na be the sound 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 pleased to see her lift it all the way over her high, immobile tits.

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

The sight of pubic hair sticking out of the top of her half-open zip fastener caused my cock to hit full-of-the-moon hardness. I glanced up at Desi 's face and saw her smile.

Her hand slid the zipper all the way down,"candy kiss anything you want, grandad, Andy wo n't equal me and I 've been so fucking horny the hold out month.

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

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

Her judgment of conviction was cut scant 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 foundation, allowing full memory access to her sweetness ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please have sex me. Please, please.. Oh, shag, that feels so good."

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

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

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

Within irregular, Desi 's legs were in the air and my face was right-hand back where she wanted it. I 'm not sure how many fourth dimension I made her cum, or how foresighted she was in a constant quantity res publica of orgasm, but we both were ready for a breach 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 moment for me to twitch my pj bottoms back on and step into the kitchen.

I just finished wiping cunt juice off my side, at the kitchen cesspool, when Andy walked in.

"One of my fuckin'tire is gong flat, grandpa, do you bear a can of Fix-a-Flat ?"

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

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

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

I want to put her to influence for two or three days a week ; probably three or four hr each day.

She knocked out my dirty lulu and loaded the washer a lot quicker than I can.

Your Granny was always a lot more efficient than I am ... guess it 's a woman thing.

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

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

Desi kissed her husband on the brass 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 coming ... and we fucked again.

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

"I want you to know I would suffer sex with you for zippo. You do n't let to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a prostitute, anyway."

"Just think of yourself as horny, not a tart.

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

I may call for you to pluck the bedspread back before we fuck.

You may have to wash the sheets.

I 'm indisputable the shower will need to be rinsed down once we clean up.

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

Speaking of ass, do you march fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'fold hammer pump and make this thing really hard, then I 'll happily apply it a shot."



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

My great-grandkids are beautiful, gravel girls.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three girls and the one affair I do feel bad about is ... the middle one looks so often 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 clip than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the number one and oldest, is now the smartest kid in kindergarten.

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

She tells me that I 'm the only 'other'cock she getting, but that 's the same claim I would hold, too.

Thankfully, with the help of tadalafil and that damn good cock pump, we still have sex as often as potential .