My cock meanwhile felt just like a log, hefty, dense, and complete. We leaned straight right back in my own seat and distribute my feet, revealing my inflamed cock to grandmother’s hungry look. Grandma and I also groaned together, her eyes glued on my cock, mine on the massive, pendulous tits.
“we could not make it . . .I could not,” she continued, her robe open along with her arms busy. “we knew it had been incorrect . . .so incorrect . . .hmmm . . .wrong to consider fucking my very own grandson . .about my grandson fucking their grandmother. Oh, yes, Billy, we knew it had been incorrect . . .but that turned me on . . .made my pussy tingle. Hmmm. . . .I would be driving my vehicle to the office and I also’d want to myself, ‘Sally Elliot, you wish to screw your grandson. You need to feel their cock inside you. Uhhhh. You would like his hot tongue all over you. You would like their mouth on your own breasts. You intend to suck their cock.’ And I also’d need to pull the motor vehicle over and have fun with myself. Thinking about how precisely wrong and nasty it absolutely was: a grandmother and her grandson fucking one another like animals. A grandmother taking her grandson’s cock in her own mouth.