Holding her there as we kissed, she wrapped her legs around me, grinding her little mound right above the bulge in my pants. We spun around and I laid... her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around me. Reaching back to her ankles I pulled her legs open, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was still folded down in my underwear, straining at the material. She watched intently as I reached down and straightened it out. The tip poked out the waistband, dripping wet. . "I looked at my grandpa. He was sitting silently eyeing my beautiful mother; no, should I say his beautiful daughter. I am not a reader of thoughts, but at that instant, I could feel the lust in his eyes. I looked at his crotch; the front of his was bulging in unusual proportions, clearly indicating what was happening in his mind. Although, I was feeling a bit tired after my long fucking session with mom, still, my flaccid cock again felt a pang of sudden arousal.Mom immediately agreed to the. “It’s fine. You emptied the glass.” Pramila stopped him from panicking while holding his hand.“But…” he was interrupted again, “Don’t worry. I’ll clean later. So where was I…”The past memory was so strong that Pramila continued to narrate the story not worrying about the falling glass or few drops of sharbat on the floor or something else. Arun patiently listened what she had to say, perhaps he wasn’t listening at all since all the necessary blood was rushing to his eyeballs to photograph the. I am the High School Principal and Tulsa was here for disciplinary action. From reading her grade school record that was certainly nothing new for her. Actually I had been expecting it…however not on the very first day of the school year.Let me fill you in on some of Tulsa’s background. Her grandmother Jezebel was two years younger than I was in school but I knew her well…in fact every boy in school knew her well. Jezebel was what we called a ‘doorknob’ back in those days. Everyone could have a.