1. MY SUMMER WITH GRAMPS


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    me, standing by the drop off point wearing old work boots and grungy overalls without a shirt, just like I remembered him. As far as I could tell, he never wore a shirt, just overalls. He was really happy to see me. I was happy to see him too, but just for a week, not for all freaking summer! I tried to look happy, but I just knew I'd see no one, except perhaps some of Gramps fossil friends, until he put me back on the bus at the end of August. &#034My, my, my,&#034 Gramps said with a broad grin, &#034look at ya now. You're all grown up, Kitty!&#034 I guess I had filled out since the last time I saw him. It was kinda hard to remember, but only last summer I was still flat chested. Then suddenly things changed and the boys took notice of me. Soon I was learning and doing things that never imagined doing before. I mean, I never even touched myself down there before, and now it's all I think about. I just love it! &#034Well, come along. It'll be dark before long and I don't see worth a damn at night anymore. Here give me your bag... Jesus! What'cha got in here?&#034 &#034Just clothes.&#034 &#034Ya didn't need to bring all your clothes, did ya?&#034 &#034I guess Mama got carried away, but I'll be here all summer.&#034 No harm, I suppose, except to my back.&#034 For all his complaining I knew he was strong as an ox and when he put my suitcase in the back of the pickup, he threw it in there like it weighed no more than a bag of potato chips. Potato chips... guess I won't be seeing ...
    any of those either for some time. We rode out of Hicksville (that's really what it is called, though it hardly qualified as a &#034ville&#034 of any sorts) and towards my grandfather's farm tucked deep into the woods. I always imagined wild Indians lurking in those woods and all sorts of wild and dangerous creatures, but Gramps said the Indians had been gone for over a hundred years and no one had spotted a black bear in these parts for fifty years. But according to Gramps, there were some dangerous thing out there like wild pigs, and he said that some of them got really huge and they could be even meaner and more dangerous than bears ever were. A pig? I don't think so. We passed several small farmsteads along the way, most with a clear field or two planted in corn, but it was mostly just woods. Gramps said that most folks had given up trying to raise crops for a living and instead had become tree farmers. I thought he was joking, but when he told me how much the timber on a forty‑acre plot would fetch, I realized he wasn't joking at all! After forty minutes or so kicking up a cloud of dust on the gravel road from Hicksville, things began to look very familiar; I knew we were close. A turn here and turn there, then through a gate marked &#034Sunnyvale Farm&#034. Then up this winding track that hardly qualified as a road and we were home. Pulling in close to the house in a cloud of dust, the chickens all s**ttered and his pack of dogs came running up, barking and carrying on, ...
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