Desi and gramps

"Hi, Grandad, I need to take a piss and fill my water bottleful before I get started.

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

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

You do n't take care that I brought my fat ol'wife to hang out with you while I knock this two land out, do you ?"

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

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

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

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

This post can always use a fair sex 's tactile sensation ; you know, drag in, swabbing, dusting, cooking.

'Spose she can do by all that in just a brace hour ?"

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, love, the remote for the TV is on the coffee table ; discover whatever you want.

I was in the middle of washing up yesterday 's dish, then I 'll put a lode of wash in the washer ; I need some clean jeans, that 's why I 'm still in my pj bottoms.

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah ... I did observation that the top of those jean shortstop was unlaced and the zipper was open about half way.

I had to front the sink as much as possible to hide my rising difficult on.

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

Ooooo ... that was a soundly one ; you want to palpate ?"

I pulled the stopper from the drain and dried my hands on the t-towel,"I sure do ; that young lady and I are gon na be the serious chum in the country."

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

needle to say, I was shocked, but very please to see her face lifting it all the way over her heights, unbendable pap.

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

The mess of pubic haircloth sticking out of the top of her half-open zipper caused my hammer to hit wide-cut insensibility. I glanced up at Desi 's face and saw her smile.

Her hand slid the slide fastener all the way down,"buss anything you want, Grandad, Andy wo n't tinct me and I 've been so ass horny the shoemaker's last month.

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

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

Her judgment of conviction was cut short when my knife slid upward, across the top of her slit.

She let the boxershorts fall completely to the floor and slid one invertebrate foot outward, about two human foot, allowing fully access to her pleasantness ... and she was so, fucking, sweet.

"Oh my God, yes,"she squealed,"please eat me, please have a go at it me. Please, please.. Oh, ass, that feels so good."

The poor lady friend had been so deprived of sex lately, that she jerked my point into her bush as she hit an orgasm ... standing in the kitchen.

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

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

Within seconds, Desi 's legs were in the air and my face was right back where she wanted it. I 'm not for sure how many prison term I made her cum, or how foresighted she was in a invariant state of sexual climax, but we both were ready for a fracture 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 seconds for me to flick my pj merchantman 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'tire is bell flat, Grandad, do you ingest 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 arcminute ago."

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

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

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

She knocked out my begrime saucer and loaded the washer a lot spry than I can.

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

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

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

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

The lawn 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 side by side of meat for about 20 minutes, discussing our new 'business'arrangement.

"I want you to eff 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 prostitute, anyway."

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

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

I may postulate you to pull the bed covering back before we fuck.

You may have to wash off the sheets.

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

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

Speaking of ass, do you butt against fuck ?"

"Yes, I like it a lot."

"Let me get my ol'close shaft pump and make 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 last six years ; nor do I palpate bad about Desi cheating on my grandson, two or three times a week during that time.

My great-grandkids are beautiful, amazing girls.

Yes, that is plural.. they now have three miss and the one thing I do experience bad about is ... the middle one looks so a good deal 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 time than Andy was getting.

Scarlett, the first-class honours degree and erstwhile, 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 Saame title I would create, too.

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