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Grandpa Tucks Me In

... too. "Now, reach back and spread your ass cheeks, young lady: do it!" she said rather harshly. I could tell that she must have been getting ready to come too, because her voice got shaky. As I held my cheeks apart, I could feel a warm stream of saliva drop right onto my rosebud, followed by a thumb that swirled the slick substance around in a circle, before pushing into my dark channel. "Oh…OH! MMMMMM! Oh Lord," I exclaimed as the full feeling of her thumb combined with the toy began to make me go out of my mind with lust, and I jerked and bucked like a mechanical bull in a bar room full of cowboys. "OH YES! OH, grandma, YES! FUCK ME! DO IT…HARDER!" I implored as I went totally out of my mind and creamed all over her strap-on before collapsing flat on the bed. I was exhausted and breathing heavily, and I offered no resistance when grandma pulled back and flipped me over onto my back. In a flash, she had unbuckled her toy and cast it aside. "Now it's time for you to satisfy grandma," she announced, as she climbed on top of my body. She grabbed both of my hands and swung my arms down by my side before straddling me, her legs wide apart. She inched up towards my face, pinning my arms down with her surprisingly strong legs. "Now, LICK!" she demanded, her shaved pussy just inches from my mouth. Before I could react, she was upon me, and I had little choice but to comply. As I began to lick her soaking wet snatch, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled my face tighter ...

... against her parted labia. "OH MY, OH MY, OH GOOD LORD GOD AND THE 12 APOSTLES!" she declared, as she rode my mouth hard. I was astonished by her stamina, as she kept up a feverish pace, until her hot juices squirted out and soaked my face, and the bed sheets to boot. She ended up collapsing on top of my head for several minutes, but I didn't dare try to move. I was kind of proud of myself for making grandma cum with just my mouth. I expected her to sit up and compliment me on my fine technique, but she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she rose up and stood by the bed without acknowledging what just took place. Picking up her strap-on and placing it on the desk next to her robe, she immediately surveyed the situation: "Okay, we have to get you cleaned up, change the sheets, and get you ready for grandpa's arrival. I'm sure he will be anxious to 'tuck you in' again tonight," she said, as she stripped the bed. "Unfortunately, he will be sorry to see that you are awake this time, but I think we can take his mind off of that, don't you think so dear?" she looked over at me standing naked in the middle of the room. "Off to the shower with you then, at once!" she declared, shooing me off like I was a fly on a pie. "I'll have some things for you to put on when you are finished." The warmth of the gently flowing shower water was at once soothing and exciting. It calmed me down as I recounted the recent events in my mind, yet I was almost giggly with anticipation of what lie ahead. I made ...