I had just dropped off my wife at the drome for her annual 2 calendar week trip out to see her 91 year old mother. She lived on a farm out in Beaver State all alone and still can train care of her garden, her flowers and her sign better than nigh, plus she still drives into town to get her foodstuff and such. She is a remarkable woman, my mother-in-law, and I only hope that I can outlive her.

On the way back home my cell phone rang and I saw that it was my marvelous daughter Marty. We had just celebrated her gradation from high school a duet of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before and I knew that she was unencumbered for a few days so I had asked her out for breakfast while my wife visited her mother. I figured that she was calling me back to confirm the where and when so I answered it with my common cheery greeting.

"Hey Kidd-o, how's my favorite howling daughter ?"

"Oh Gramps, I'm your entirely lofty daughter,"she said for the 1000th clip with a sparkle of sunshine in her interpreter."Did ya get grannie off ?"

"Just now,"I told her."Now I'm fancy free and set up for the hoochy koochy lady friend to occur over."

"Oh Gramps, you always pass water me laugh,"she commented with the lovemaking that we had for each other ringing out clearly for me to hear.

Marty was the only child that my own girl and her hubby had and being so, she was the apple of not only my eye but her parents and everybody else'who knew her also. She was an attractive short thing and smart as a whip. She got a erudition to the State University in scientific discipline and was on her way to becoming whatever her heart led her to do. She was also so attractive that my son-in-law had to puzzle the boy away with a baseball bat nearly every Saturday Nox. But as we bantered back and forth in our teasing dialog, she managed to ask me a serious question.

"gramps, I was wondering, or actually my parents were wondering, if I could come to your firm and spend the weekend with you. Daddy has to go to this thing and Mom wants to go with him up to New House of York and they don't cartel me to stay by myself for the weekend,"she explained.

"Is it that they don't trust you or all the boys that you seem to appeal ?"I asked with my tongue stuck squarely into my cheek.

"Oh grandad, who side are you on anyway ?"she said with a little glint in her tone.

"To reply your first question, I don't see any reason that you can't stop over here, I'll just call the hoochy koochy girlfriend and reschedule them for adjacent weekend,"I said in my best dead pan voice.

"Gramps, I can't believe you. I'll tell my parents that you said that its okay and I'll see you in the morning."

"okeh Kidd-o, see ya in the morning,"I said clicking off the phone.

The future morning, I awoke, got up and took my pills, showered and shaved and got ready for the reaching of my Marty. I fixed myself a cup of instant coffee and waited and then I fixed another cup and waited some more. I was on my twenty-five percent cup went I saw her pull into our driveway and I saw her conflict with a suitcase as she made her way to the breast doorway. As I opened it to let her in, I commented,"Holy cow Marty, I didn't realize that I said you could moved in."

"I'm sorry I'm late,"she said out of breath,"but my alarm didn't go off and I stayed up too late last night so I, ah, overslept."

"And what about this suit case fully of, what, clothing I presume ?"I asked her with a twinkle in my eye.

"Oh Gramps, you are such a ribbing,"she said, not realizing that my enquiry was asked in Sir Thomas More of a dangerous tone than I let on.

"Okay, you know your way back to your room."

When she came back out from our client elbow room where Marty always stayed when she was over and asked if I was ready to go out for breakfast. I made an under-the-breath remark about it being almost time for lunch but I locked the door behind us and we took off for my preferent diner.

On my third cup of coffee, I was about to burst so I excused myself to go to the convenience and shake my snake but when I came back out, Marty seemed deeply in thought process so I asked her,"centime for your mentation ?"

"Oh Gramps it would use up a heck of a lot more than a centime to talk about what's on my nous,"she said giving a little smile.

"Wow, that sounds grievous,"I commented and then added,"Marty, you know that if you want to talk, I'll listen."

She looked up into my eyes and reached over the table to take my mitt between both of hers. She smiled and said,"I know gramps and I love you for it,"and gave my hand a little squeeze with her own.

The humour was broken for the time being anyway and we drove back to my firm in silence. I parked the car and walked up to the theatre when Marty suddenly asked me,"Gramps, can I ask you a question ?"

"Shoot,"I told her.

"When was the first clip you ever made love with Grandma ?"she blurted out.

"Holy Cow !"I said to totality shock."Where did that cum from ? I mean, ah, okay, ah, the initiatory time that I made honey to your nanna was on, oh, about our 10th particular date or so. We were all alone at her parent's household and we started kissing and making out and then one thing led to another and we found ourselves in her bed making love life. But I knew by that prison term that I loved her and I wanted to marry her, in fact, I had already proposed and she said"yes ”. We hadn't set a date yet but we got married later that year. That was 45 eld ago and I have loved every second of it."

There a long stretch of quiet and finally I asked,"I've told you the accuracy about gran and me, now you have to tell me what's going on that prompted that question."

"Oh, I don't know, my Daddy asked me to ratify a toast a year ago not to have sex until I get marital and I was just wondering if I should throw signed it,"she asked with this wishful look in her eyes.

"Let me imagine, you've met a guy and he's pressuring you to make love with him. You've fallen in love and you want to show him just how practically you love him but you have this pledge that's holding you back,"I said.

She thought for awhile and then she looked into my eyes and confessed,"Yeah, that's about it. How did you have intercourse ? Am I that transparent ?"

"No Kidd-o, it's not you at all. That was a line I used when I was youth, you know when Moses was a baby, and I'm proud to take heed that they are still using it to this day,"I said with a grin on my face.

"But he says he loves me as much as I love him and he's willing to prove it to me if I'm set up to prove my love for him,"she told me in a convincing voice.

"And I bet that he said that he was going off to college or the ground forces and that he may never get along plate and he is a virgin just like you and…"

"The US Navy,"she said with bended headland."He told me that he was considering going into the Navy."

I sat there in secrecy for the longsighted prison term and then I told her,"I'm sorry Kidd-o. I don't even know this kid. He must be a wonderful guy to grab your core like this but he's just a kid, a horny, hormone raging kid who will say most anything to get in your pants and who knows what he would do after you let him. Maybe he's honest in voicing his rightful love for you and maybe you'll get married, square up down and feature a caboodle of kids. But more probable, he'll tell you good bye right after he gets what he wants and you will have given him the only if matter that you can only gift once."

"They're all creeps,"she said under her breath.

"Oh Kidd-o, not all men aren't spook. I'm not a creep, at least not anymore. I'm too old to be officially called a"spook ”, I'm just a hornlike old geezer,"I said with a laugh.

She came over to where I was sitting, placed her limb around my neck and whispered into my ear,"I don't think you're an old geezer Gramps, I love you just the way you are."

I sat there basking in the philia that I felt for my grand daughter for the longest time, remembering the very first sentence I held her some 17 years ago. Her little wind was pushed back into her font and her thick black hair stuck out all over the place. She had come out at 5 quid 6 ounce, screaming her lungs out and when I was finally my turn to hold her, she shut right up and went to sleep. From that moment to this, we have had a sure bail bond that no else could ever have.

A thought suddenly came into my Einstein and I acted on it before I knew what I was saying."Marty, why don't I take some pictures of you, you know, real passing type, unscripted and fun pictures just between you and me. What do ya'say ?"

"Hey that sounds like fun,"she said all excited.

I ran for my digital and slipped in a new silicon chip to save the keepers that I wanted to keep up. When I reentered, Marty was standing there by the lounge in our folk elbow room with a big grin on her face. She started posing and I started snapping images of her. She would pose like a model and then like the girl that she was, all the while my fingerbreadth was tripping the chill of the camera.

All was going great until she took a stick facing the camera on all quatern. She stuck her small rear end up in the air and lowered herself down on both elbows causing the cut off tee shirt to fall down away from her front exposing to the camera, and me, her beautiful little bra covered chest. Seeing them through the position finder, I stopped, looked over the camera and said,"Kidd-o, do you want to shew off everything to the camera like that ?"

She looked down and got a groovy big grinning on he human face and said,"If no one but you ever sees these then I don't judgement. I'll just see how horny you really are."

"okay, but let me warn you, you don't want to mess with the bull because you're likely to get the horn,"I warned her placing the television camera back up to my eye. I thought to myself,"My sweet innocent short lordly daughter is turning into a real hammer tease"and decided to see how far it would go.

I snapped a few shots of her in this pose and, taking over the photo shoot, directed her to lower herself down even further onto her outstretched weapon. She willingly followed my mind as she soon opened up her full breast surface area to my scene. I sucked in my intimation as a strange little grin came over her nerve. After getting all of the pictures that I wanted, I told her get up on her genu and to pull her shortcut shirt to one position and off of her shoulder and then to perpetrate the bra strap down onto her arm. When she followed my instructions to the tee, the intact position of her boob line was for all design and purposes nude except for her breast itself and I could see part of it. The hatful was so exhilarating that I detected a stirring down in my pants.

Her eyes were starting to get more grievous now that I had taken over. Her aspect became much more acute and, well, sensuous than before and she seemed to be breathing deeply through her open mouth.

"Sit up now and pull your knees up to your chest,"I directed her. She did and when she placed her arms around her human knee, I went forward and positioned the leg hole of her trunks aside to expose the sharpness of her panties. Marty turned a bright red but didn't move an inch. I took several dead reckoning of just a tinge of the fork of her panties and I noticed once again that she was breathing heavily through her parted lips.

The next affectation that I though of was with her standing up and the fly of her shorts loose with her pollex inserted in her sky blue panties. I had her get out down on the elastic to just barely over her hillock as she scooted the bottom hem of her shirt up so just a hint of her bra came into position. Her expression was so sexy and sultry I almost wanted to stop right there and give her a big kiss.

"My God what was I thinking ? This is my lordly girl, my lovely Marty, the one that it seemed like I cradled in my blazonry only a few age ago. What the underworld am I doing ?"Suddenly I heard the tidings come out of my mouth,"Why don't you go in and change into something else. Do you sustain a dress or something in that travelling bag you brought ? Come out with something real sexy on."These words did not come out of my mouth ! They couldn't have but as she turned to go to the room where her suit of clothes shell wax of clothes was, I realized that it was I who had uttered them and it was I who was so turned on that my putz was sticking straight out in my pants.

I stood there impatiently waiting for my princely girl to re-emerge from the room and I was agonizing over just what she would come up with that met the definition of"sexy ”. It only took her a few minutes to come down the anteroom to show me what she had picked out. I took one look and gave off a little little moan. She was wearing a skillful little yellow sundress that had spaghetti strap that held up the two triangles covering her front and a full skirt that fell to her mid thighs. I don't know if the material was so thin or it was my imagination getting the best of me but I swore I could detect two piddling protrusions show up under the bust line of that clothes. I swallowed hard as I raised the photographic camera and started snapping pictures.

She moved and swirled her way around the way, stopping every once in awhile to run into a aphrodisiac piffling affectation. Once she stopped with her backbone to the camera and, taking down one of the straps that held the entire attire in seat, dropping it down to her bicep with the framework barely covering her knocker. She got the diabolical grin on her face as she tucked her lower lip under her front tooth and moved the arm with the strap off of it down to the hem of her bird. Then, very seductively, she raised it up to just below her panty line as her eyes begged me to snatch up her picture.

I complied with her regard by taking many pictures of her from the side, the front and the rear. I then asked her to unzip the clothes. The look on her face told me that I just may have crossed the occupation but after a brief hesitation, she did as I had asked her. I could barely speak but I once again asked her to transfer the straps from her shoulders let it fall down free down her arms. I whispered for her to hold it in situation just barely covering her mammilla as I snapped the camera wildly. In that billet, it showed her bare back and top of her blue panty from the rear and most of her boob from the front. The expression it her optic was unwarranted with reflexion as I continued to marvel just how far this would go.

I walked around to her bottom and slowly hooked her step-in with my forefinger. She gasped and turned away, but I continued to move them down about half way over her fanny cheeks. I moved away and began taking pictures once again as she settled back down and the grin came back to her face. There was a thin coup d'oeil of terror in that smiling but I had the feeling that she was game for about anything.

Marty's eyes were starting to meth over she was so excited and I wasn't far behind her. I continued to remove characterization of her in many suggestive affectation but when I was standing right in nominal head of her and I said to her,"guide your hands away from your breasts and let the dress fall to the floor,"she stopped cold with her resistance.

"grandad, no, I think we taken this thing as far as we should,"she said through her panting breaths."I think we've taken adequate don't you ?"she told me.

"You're justly Kidd-o. I've got fortune of great flick here and I think we should lay off also,"I lied to her with my expert face forward."Do you need to see some ?"I suggested.

She didn't hesitate but slipping her straps up over her shoulder joint, but bother to zip up the dress. She came over to where I was and sat down next to me as we both reviewed my picture taking skills. We started at the live one that I took and I heard her gasp as if person had kicked her right in the gut."Oh my God,"she said in overplus,"I didn't know that you could see so much of my butt."

"I like this one,"I told her."You look so sexy."

She looked at it for a second and then asked,"granddaddy, do you really think that I'm sexy ?"

"Oh my God yes Marty,"I said with my true intuitive feeling coming out."I think that you're really aphrodisiac don't you ?"

"Yeah I guess,"she said deep in mentation. Finally she asked,"gramps do you still want to guide that shoemaker's last pose of me, you know the one where I drop the clothes down to the floor ?"

"Only if you do,"I answered, hoping that she really did."But first, there is another pose that I would wish to take. You can sit down on the storey Indian style and lease the strap off of your shoulders again. Now cover your step-in with your wench and adjudge the dress up to cover your boobies. calculate like you want to tease the camera."

Marty's expression was perfect as she struck that exact airs. Her skirt was drawn up in a clump right at her genitals and her handwriting held the two trigon of the garb barely covering her breasts. The look on her facial expression made me melt it was so sultry and I got wobbly legged just thinking about how aphrodisiac she looked. I snapped as many impression as I could before reluctantly allowing her to abide back up. As she slowly got back up and looked at me for her next instruction manual, a worried expression came across her fount.

"Only if you want to,"I said reassuringly, answering her unsaid interrogation.

The expression did not allow her cheek as she bit down on her lower lip. Her script started to relax and then reduce up on the front of her attire. Her hand relaxed once again only to clinch the fabric tightly in a knot. The face in her heart was torturously confused as she gazed off into space trying to make up her psyche. Then in one abbreviated indorsement of decision, she closed her oculus and let the attire fell all of the way down her soundbox and gather at her feet. I looked up at her red face and her eyes were tightly closed.

I tried to pass off normally but the passel of my grand girl standing before me in just her sky drear pantie had taken away my ability to officiate properly. I stood there completely in awe at the sight of her beauty and her craftiness to share it with me. I had to impel my sightedness to concentre on the image of this goddess as the picture finally started to seem and a slim moan escaped out of my mouth.

Her tender right hired hand was covering her left tit and her forearm was resting on the rightfulness. Her eyes were still closed and a flimsy face of being uncomfortable was on her face. Her cheeks were crimson and her neck was red but the rest of her young body stood there waiting to be scrutinized. Her trim tummy gave way to a tight lilliputian stomach as my eye passed down over her breaking ball. Her blueing panties exposed the image of her fast cycle cumulation and I detected just a clue of the dimpled issue of her pubic fuzz pushing its way up to converge the cloth. Her glorious legs were tightly clamped together in an exploit to protect against any possibly of exposure of her pitcher but she looked so uncomfortable that I asked her to relax.

She opened her heart but the look that I saw was anything but relaxed. I told her to grant the lens of the eye the sultriest look that she could make out as I began snapping the shutter of the camera. She opened her center and the look was amazingly sexy. She dropped her left script to her corporation and crossed her left knee joint over the other. I captured her image in the picture and my affectionateness skipped a beat.

"Move your left hand down and hook your panties with your thumb,"I commanded with the hoarse voice. She complied with my postulation."Push it down off of your hip. take down. Even gloomy yet,"I asked softly.

She thumb was resting all the way down to the elastic on the opening of the leg at a item where just a confidential information of her pubic haircloth was showing. She never moved her stare from my eyes during the instructions but followed them completely. When I snapped the shutter wildly taking pictures, my spunk was in my throat with hullabaloo. My legs were trembling as I was trying to hold back the camera in focus and was definitely glad that I had it on automobile.

"Turn a little to the right hand,"I commanded."Now to the left. Now turn around and look over your shoulder at me. Give me that sexy look again."

After following each of educational activity, she finally turned to face me with a questioning expression in her eyes.

"Oh Marty, that was complete. You looked so sexy and stupefy. I could remove your picture all day long,"I told her.

She looked relieved but did not move an in."I have one to a greater extent pose if you are up to it,"I suggested."I want you to sit down and bring your knee up to our breast. I want you to clasp your knees with your arms so that your breasts are not seen by the camera."

She awkwardly sat down using her left field arm for support and the right one never leaving her breasts. She mashed her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them tightly. Looking over the top of her human knee, she got this sexy look back again and I started taking pictures as fast as I could. I got down in front of her a bare two metrical foot away, continually tripping the shutter. I moved to the right and then to the left to obtain the absolute honest angle for the shot I wanted. Then I saw it right in social movement of me.

I was off to the leftfield just a little and I had just the right angle that I saw her center looking longingly at the camera and a little minuscule sky blue sky puffy hero sandwich sticking out between her two thighs. I almost lost my composure when I snapped the picture. It was the pure way to end the photo shoot so I sat the television camera aside, looked longingly into my grand girl's loving eyes and moved forward to throw her a small osculation of appreciation.

As I pressed my backtalk tenderly against hers, I couldn't assist myself. I reached down with my finger tip and slightly caressed the small minuscule blue maculation that was showing. She jerked away as though she had been shocked. I gave her a pleading look but said nothing. She continued to expect into my centre as I smiled a confident smile and repeated my caress. She took in a sharp breath of air and slowly closed her eyes.

I began slightly rubbing my finger along the sky blue cover of her pleasure zone as I continued to osculate her lips. She responded with an pressing cry of desire and a forceful opening night of her back talk. Feeling her spring in to my kiss, I pressed even more into her flabby wetness and moved my finger in between her miserable lips. Her osculation became greedy and her ramification slowly slue apart so my hand could totally comprehend her sky blue panties. As I pressed my palm into its sissiness, her pegleg slipped downward exposing her bare little breast to me for the first time.

I pressed her backward with my buss as she lay back on the floor with my early hired man behind her to move over her the support. As her nous met the rug she opened her optic and looked cautiously into my own and I gave her the thin smile. Her face did not change as I looked down at her breast. I knew that they were smallish, but I did not realize just how perfect they were. My eyes consumed them in their softness and their beau ideal and I got an uncontrollable itch to put my lips down upon them. As I lowered my head, I noticed that she had closed her centre once again.

Her tight little tap areola were all shriveled up and sticking straight up in the air. On top of them were the two cutest fiddling pebble sized nipples just waiting to be suckled and when my mouth encompassed first one and then the other, she let out the loudest groan that I have ever heard.

My helping hand was busily giving her pleasure by sliding up and down between her two lips and concentrating on her node that was located near the top. She was beginning to twitch her hip every time I bumped into it and I was bumping into it as often as I could.

I suddenly placed my deal at the waist band of her sky blue step-in and started to press it inward when she cried out,"Oh Gramps, please don't, not in there,"but it was too recent. I rested my touch on her wet hairy mound and my digit went directly up to converge her button. She moaned out loud as she raised her hips up to greet her tormentor.

I was massaging her with my hand and sucking the life into her nipples as I lost all control over my mind and senses. My fist was between her wooden leg pushing her step-in down over her hip and exposed my caressing hand to the spark of day. I suddenly pulled them off of her stage and threw them to the slope. Now she was totally nude and her leg were wide apart.

I rolled her over on top of me as her blazing centre opened wide with luxuria. Her font was like a crazed woman who knew what she wanted and how to remove it. She looked deep into my own spheres and sat up on my lap and grasped the fly of my pant. She had them open in a photoflash and was pulling my rock hard rod out of them with the indentation of the indigence that she must have been feeling. Then, laying it flat on my stomach, she placed it in between her two backtalk and started to shake herself into a frenzy.

She was sitting up with her hands on my thighs, rocking and grinding her herself into my cock. She had her centre closed and her headspring back as the strange speech sound started emanating out of her mouth. As she continued to grind, she started to clench her tooth and then she stared down into my centre. What I saw was pure lust, pain sensation and simple and she had the look of a heroic passion crazed young woman.

I felt her juices from her little snatch as she slid my cock up to contact her button. Touching it against her node, she sat there shuttering with prevision. Then she rose up on her knees and took my rod in her clenched fist. She started to position it directly under her porta. A look of horror must make crossed my face because in her lustfulness, she smiled and told me,"I want this Gramps !"

Both of my helping hand were on her hips and they came upon a unknown belief dance band aide patch. My form were trying to decipher what they was feeling when she smiled down at me and said,"I've been on the patch for a piece,"and started to comfort herself down on my stiff rod. I saw her eyes roll back into her straits as it slowly started to stretch it way into her untested vaginal opening.

As it made its way into her, the tightfistedness began to go so vivid that we were each starting to feel uncomfortable. But when I hit her roadblock, I could tell that her discomfort was almost more than than she could yield. Her center were still closed and her mouth hung open as she began to frantically pant through her lips. Then, taking in a full phase of the moon breath of air, she lowered herself down upon it with a plunge and let out a scream as it broke through the membrane and she became a woman.

"Oh God it stings !"she whimpered as she came to rest for a instant. I looked into to closed centre at the painful sensation that she felt but slowly began to push it further into her. She gasped as it bottomed out and for the firstly time she opened her heart and gave me a slight smiling. The tone in her eyes was one of purpose as she started to shake upon my rod resting deep inside of her womb. She closed her middle once again and a terrific impression of satisfaction came over her entire face.

She began to uprise and fall upon my corpse rod that was sliding into her fair sex and the faster she slipped it in, the more force she used to impale herself with. Her wetness was running out of her chess opening as her breathing came tense and dig. She was rocking wildly as I felt that ol'feeling deep in my loin. I knew that I was about to blow but I wanted her to cum first.

I began to raise my rose hip up off of the floor to encounter her every thrust and her needs were growing more than ever. I was straining to hold my explosion back as long as I could when I felt her walls cramp down on my cock and I knew she was about to fall back it. She was not breathing and her muscles started to stiffen up. She stopped her rocking and her bucking and sat there for a second as if she was letting it build. Then she opened her mouth and yelled out,"OH MY GOD I'M CUMMINGGGGG ! !"

She was rocking and throwing herself down on my shooting phallus as I emptied my sack deep within her womb. Her face was contorted beyond recondition and her breaths came in jagged gasp of air. Over and over she convulsed on my hot spraying cock, milking every drop out of it with her tight minuscule vagina. Finally neither of us could take it any further and she collapsed down on top of me gasping for air.

We rested as we gained our senses once again. I fell into a peaceable sleep that lasted thirster than my Marty's. When I awoke, I awoke alone. I heard the shower running for a moment and then it turned off. The door opened and there came my darling out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She headed for her room without even glancing my way. I got up and headed for the bathroom myself.

In about 30 minutes we met out in the kitchen. I suggested that we go to a movie and she readily agreed. We saw a romantic comedy that evening and she cuddled up to my arm. But when we got menage, she came up to me and gave me a mickle on the cheek and told me"Goodnight Gramps ”.

The side by side cockcrow we shared a breakfast time together and she said that she needed to get home to get ready for her new job tomorrow. I carried her traveling bag to the car for her and before she got in she turned to me with the warmest smile on her face.

"Gramps, I want to thank you for, ah, well for everything. I learned so a great deal this weekend that I know I will use the rest of my life."

She looked deep into my eye and I think that I saw a tear start to overflow. I wiped it away with my digit as I let it linger for a second on her buttock. She moved her cheek into my caress as she said,"I will always remember this weekend Gramps. Always. I love you Gramps."

"Me too Kidd-o, me too,"I said as I closed the door to her car.

I watched as she drove down the street and out of view around the corner. I walked back into the alone sign and remark my camera sitting on the board adjacent to the sofa. I picked it up and turned it on to review the pictures that I had taken. They were not there. There was not the cow dung in the camera that I knew I had put in. Then I smiled and softly said to myself,"happy viewing Marty. You're beautiful. ”, and walked down the hall to put my photographic camera away .