Desi and Grandad

"Hi, grandpa, I need to conduct a piss and fulfil my water bottleful before I get started.

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

Probably read about an minute & a half to two time of day 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 Akka out, do you ?"

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

She absolutely looks radiant with her pregnant belly pushing out from her slim down figure.

I could say by the way she rolled her eyes that it was n't the first fourth dimension she 'd heard the 'fat ol'married woman'commentary.

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

This piazza can always use a woman 's touch ; you know, drag in, mopping, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can care all that in just a duo 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 water bottleful and filled it while he was in the bathroom.

After a quick kiss and a swat to his stern, he was out the door.

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

"well, love, the remote for the TV is on the deep brown table ; obtain whatever you want.

I was in the midriff of washing up yesterday 's dishes, then I 'll put a freight of wash in the washing machine ; I need some unclouded jeans, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bum.

There 's cold urine, snow and DP in the electric refrigerator if you 're thirsty."

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

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

Those Daisy Duke myopic shorts, T-shirt and prospicient legs could stay as long as she liked.

As she dried the dishful, there were several clip she raised her shirt and rubbed her infant jut.

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

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

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

Ooooo ... that was a effective one ; you want to finger ?"

I pulled the showstopper from the drainpipe and dried my hands on the t-towel,"I sure do ; that little girl and I are gon na be the best pal in the country."

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

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

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

The flock of pubic hair sticking out of the top of her half-open zipper caused my cock to hit full callousness. I glanced up at Desi 's face and saw her smile.

Her bridge player slid the zipper all the way down,"Kiss anything you want, Grandad, Andy wo n't contact me and I 've been so screwing horny the lowest month.

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

It did n't look at me more than a indorsement to get the lead.

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

She let the shorts fall completely to the trading floor and slid one foot outward, about two animal foot, allowing total admittance to her bouquet ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

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

The short girl had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my head into her George 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 bare, stunner, I have a lot more than for you.

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

Within seconds, Desi 's ramification were in the air and my side was proper back where she wanted it. I 'm not indisputable how many times I made her cum, or how long she was in a unremitting res publica of coming, but we both were ready for a break when we heard the lawn mower 's engine coming closer.

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

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

It only took 2 s for me to jerk my pj rump back on and ill-treat 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 stopper 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 plug kit.

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

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

She knocked out my grime dishes and loaded the washing machine a lot agile than I can.

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

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

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

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

The lawn 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 Thomas More orgasms ... and we fucked again.

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

"I want you to know I would have sex with you for nothing. You do n't have to pay me ; but I guess I would now be considered a working girl, anyway."

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

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

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

You may have to wash the sheets.

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

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

oral presentation of ass, do you butt fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'congregation dick pump and build this thing really hard, then I 'll happily give it a shot."



No, I do n't experience bad about the affair I 've been having with my grandson 's married woman for the last six eld ; nor do I experience bad about Desi cheating on my grandson, two or three times a week during that time.

My great-grandkids are beautiful, amazing missy.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three girls and the one thing I do feel bad about is ... the eye 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 to a greater extent of Desi 's pussycat at the time than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the outset and honest-to-god, 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'cock she getting, but that 's the same claim I would produce, too.

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