1. MY SUMMER WITH GRAMPS


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

    sweltering swollen labia. &#034God damn, whore girl,&#034 he whispered. &#034Your cunt is so fucking hot it's scorching my dick.&#034 Over and over, he slid his cock along the full length of my slippery canyon. Each time the head pushed across my incredibly sensitive clit, I'd jerk. He kept that up until another orgasm began to surge through me. Only then did he fuck me. ***** Over the next few weeks, I picked a mess or two of blackberries and got an indirect taste of the cunts of several of Gramps' lady friends. One morning, well before noon, I was doing some chores in the kitchen when I saw a pickup truck coming up the drive. &#034Gramps!&#034 I hollered. &#034We've got company!&#034 Moments later, Gramps was at the window seeing who was coming. &#034You want me to get dressed and go pick blackberries?&#034 I asked with a modicum of dread. &#034Naw. No blackberries today. But go put something on.&#034 &#034Jeans?&#034 &#034No, put on those hot short shorts and one of those tops that shows off your belly. Not the real short ones that show your tits, just your belly.&#034 Gramps was already in his overalls and was pulling on a pair of boots, while I went to the lavender room where I kept my clothes (I sure didn't sl**p in there). I found what Gramps wanted me to wear. I shimmed into the too tight cut off jeans and slipped on a cutoff t‑shirt. I considered a bra, but then Gramps didn't say anything about a bra, so I left that off. When I came out, I saw Gramps was outside ...
    talking to a man. Soon, they headed inside. Unlike with his lady friends, Gramps didn't bother to introduce me to the man. He was about half Gramps' age and ruggedly handsome. From what I could tell he looked fit, a real outdoors type. They sat at the table and talked. Talked about timber and the price of a hundred board‑feet. The man seemed distracted as he kept looking at me rather than looking at Gramps while they talked. Gramps told me to fix them a pot of coffee and then went into his &#034office&#034 to retrieve a map. I could feel the man's eyes boring into me as I went about the task of making coffee. I pretended not to notice his ogling of me as I pranced about the kitchen. Soon Gramps returned with his map and they fell into a discussion again. I served coffee and pretended to take an interest in the map they were looking at. While I stood there, Gramps casually ran his hand over my ass, not once, but several times. The poor man seemed dumb struck as he watched Gramps absentmindedly groping and caressing my ass. I wasn't at all sure where this was going, but suddenly Gramps told me to go put on some shoes as we were all going out into the woods. We piled into Gramps' pickup, with me in middle. This was only the second time I'd been in Gramps' truck since I'd gotten there. The only other time was for a run into Hicksville for some staples. Once we were on the main road, Gramps had his right hand rubbing up and down my thigh. The man next to me squirmed around in some ...
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