grampas girl

[Lovelyone32]

Love to meet older perverted grampas for play, love a rough grampa to use his girl, love being tied up, clamp my nipples while grampa rapes me mmmmmmmmmmm

 

[frank10068]

Wish I was older. I am only 46. Love to use you like a lil fucktoy.

 

[9to5]

Love to meet older perverted grampas for play, love a rough grampa to use his girl, love being tied up, clamp my nipples while grampa rapes me mmmmmmmmmmm

love to tie you up and pull on your clamped nipples till you beg me to fuck you.
but first I need to slap that pussy a little with my hand to warm it up

 

[NiceNastyMann]

You always wondered what went on in that shed in the back of the neighbors yard. You don't know why it fascinated you so much - it was large, not too run down looking. It did have windows but they were dirty and had old cheap pull down shades keeping anyone from seeing inside.

And the neighbor - old Mr. Smith - you started watching from your upper bedroom window. He'd trudge out there and stay for hours. It must have been his refuge you decided.

You heard the stories of course about him - strange women would visit now and again; odd noises would be heard. You overheard your parents talking one evening as they were putting dishes away, heard the phrase "randy old goat", and "he should be ashamed of himself'. You almost giggled out loud when your dad said something about 'if it wasn't for Viagra" and you had to leave - meanwhile in your imagination you'd picture all sorts of things Mr. Smith and the women visiting him would be doing. Things you found yourself wanting Mr. Smith to do to you...

And once, only once - you saw him and one of the woman walk out to his shed. It was late at night, you were up doing a paper for school. You thought you saw what you took to be a leash from the woman's neck - and being held in Mr. Smith's hand. She walked - funny. Her hands behind her back, her head bowed.

They were out there for hours, and you'd strain to see what was going on, your imagination in overdrive. It got so bad you found yourself with your hand down the insides of your sweatpants, stroking yourself as you'd catch glimpses of his or her reflection against the downed shades.

Finally you made a plan. You were home for the day - no work, no school. You waited in your room, watching out your window. You had rose early, bathed, prepared yourself.

And you saw Mr. Smith walk out his back door, to his shed. You shivered slightly - and ran out the door of your bedroom, down the stairs. Your heart beating you walked out your back door - trying so hard to be nonchalant. You stole, yes so quietly that was the right word up the walk to the opening in the bushes separating the two properties.

You mouth dry, your heart pounding now you knock on the door to Mr. Smiths shed - hear a startled curse come from inside. You hear him call out "GO away - busy!"

You try the door - it opens slightly but then stops - chained or bolted you aren't sure. "M - Ma - Mr. Smith" your mouth so dry it's hard to talk "i-ih-its me. From next door. I - I want - I want to talk to you. Please let me in?"

 

[Prince Albert]

I'm soon to be 60, love rough play!! What kind of clamps dp you prefer???? Metal, plastic??? Spring, adjustable??? Clawed, no claws???

 

[NiceNastyMann]

One more for the road -

Since you've gotten older, off to school and all, it seems grampa has been touching you a lot more. And you like it - in fact you seem to be wearing tighter clothing around grampa a lot lately. He's been responding - it's become a game between the two of you.

Grampa has been bolder the last six weeks too. From casually brushing his hands on your breasts when no one else is around it's graduated to his taking them into his hands and squeezing them, pinching your nipples - down in his basement when the two of you are looking for something for gramma, or out in his shed doing yard chores.

And you've been responding - brushing your hand on his crotch; rubbing your ass against the same spot. You took his hand one time and placed it against the jeans over your pussy - you both liked that one. You almost squealed when he took his hand away and spanked you there.

This last week he's been teasing you - whispering how he'd like to tie your breasts up - he has a collection of clamps he'd love to try on your nipples. Lately when you go home your panties have been soaked from thinking about the things grampa is been talking to you about. At night before you fall asleep you daydream of being naked - tied up, your nipples clamped - grampa's hard big cock out of his pants...

Today - today you know gramma is going to be out, doing old lady things. Meet the girls, get her hair done - then play cards, drink bloody Mary's over at great Aunt Kay's. Your nipples are hard, your pussy feels moist as you head over to grampa's house...

 

[ArthurW]

Grampas girl

She is a good one. Hot and very sexy. Guys you need to chat with this one. Great body and mind.

 

[Prince Albert]

Hello, how about a 59 year old!!

 

[Lovely2222]

You always wondered what went on in that shed in the back of the neighbors yard. You don't know why it fascinated you so much - it was large, not too run down looking. It did have windows but they were dirty and had old cheap pull down shades keeping anyone from seeing inside.

And the neighbor - old Mr. Smith - you started watching from your upper bedroom window. He'd trudge out there and stay for hours. It must have been his refuge you decided.

You heard the stories of course about him - strange women would visit now and again; odd noises would be heard. You overheard your parents talking one evening as they were putting dishes away, heard the phrase "randy old goat", and "he should be ashamed of himself'. You almost giggled out loud when your dad said something about 'if it wasn't for Viagra" and you had to leave - meanwhile in your imagination you'd picture all sorts of things Mr. Smith and the women visiting him would be doing. Things you found yourself wanting Mr. Smith to do to you...

And once, only once - you saw him and one of the woman walk out to his shed. It was late at night, you were up doing a paper for school. You thought you saw what you took to be a leash from the woman's neck - and being held in Mr. Smith's hand. She walked - funny. Her hands behind her back, her head bowed.

They were out there for hours, and you'd strain to see what was going on, your imagination in overdrive. It got so bad you found yourself with your hand down the insides of your sweatpants, stroking yourself as you'd catch glimpses of his or her reflection against the downed shades.

Finally you made a plan. You were home for the day - no work, no school. You waited in your room, watching out your window. You had rose early, bathed, prepared yourself.

And you saw Mr. Smith walk out his back door, to his shed. You shivered slightly - and ran out the door of your bedroom, down the stairs. Your heart beating you walked out your back door - trying so hard to be nonchalant. You stole, yes so quietly that was the right word up the walk to the opening in the bushes separating the two properties.

You mouth dry, your heart pounding now you knock on the door to Mr. Smiths shed - hear a startled curse come from inside. You hear him call out "GO away - busy!"

You try the door - it opens slightly but then stops - chained or bolted you aren't sure. "M - Ma - Mr. Smith" your mouth so dry it's hard to talk "i-ih-its me. From next door. I - I want - I want to talk to you. Please let me in?"

One more for the road -

Since you've gotten older, off to school and all, it seems grampa has been touching you a lot more. And you like it - in fact you seem to be wearing tighter clothing around grampa a lot lately. He's been responding - it's become a game between the two of you.

Grampa has been bolder the last six weeks too. From casually brushing his hands on your breasts when no one else is around it's graduated to his taking them into his hands and squeezing them, pinching your nipples - down in his basement when the two of you are looking for something for gramma, or out in his shed doing yard chores.

And you've been responding - brushing your hand on his crotch; rubbing your ass against the same spot. You took his hand one time and placed it against the jeans over your pussy - you both liked that one. You almost squealed when he took his hand away and spanked you there.

This last week he's been teasing you - whispering how he'd like to tie your breasts up - he has a collection of clamps he'd love to try on your nipples. Lately when you go home your panties have been soaked from thinking about the things grampa is been talking to you about. At night before you fall asleep you daydream of being naked - tied up, your nipples clamped - grampa's hard big cock out of his pants...

Today - today you know gramma is going to be out, doing old lady things. Meet the girls, get her hair done - then play cards, drink bloody Mary's over at great Aunt Kay's. Your nipples are hard, your pussy feels moist as you head over to grampa's house...

These were hot.