So, we all hung out and did some more shots and bought some dances from the girls. On the shift change the girls go to the dressing room and leave fro...m the back. She asked what I was driving and I told her and she said meet you in 15 minutes. The girls left and I told my buddy I hit the mother load with this one. He said why whats up and I told him she wants to fuck and she is so fucked up right now. We all were fucked up but she was at the staggering staged. He laughed and said I bet she dont. Strange forces were at work here, but perhaps I had already lost my sense of reason. The urge to walk ever deeper into the woods was overpowering, calling me to follow some strange need that beckoned me to continue.After a while on the winding trail, I saw a clearing ahead in the woods. My weaving pathway led directly to the fence yard of a charming little house. I paused, uncertain of what to do. The soft white cotton of my dress continued its antics, slithering its way all over my firm. Never had she experienced anything that came close to this.Once again she felt a bit guilty, that her boyfriends brother had fucked her. On the other hand it was obvious, that her boyfriend was free minded and didn’t care about it. But Irene decided to talk to him about this when they’d be alone.She wanted to show him, that he was the preferred one, her real and her first love. And so she held him tight, kissed and hugged him. The boy enjoyed this warm feeling, but at the same time his libido. Finally, grandpa pulled back a bit, and I gasped for a few deep breaths of air, thick saliva dripped down my chin in ropy strings, my face was red, my eyes watering. Grandpa then grabbed a hand full of hair in each fist, and pushed back into my abused mouth, saying "That’s it, you slut girl, swallow grandpa’s cock like a good lil slut", and back down my throat he forced his hot, swollen tool. I tried to relax, as I knew I was no match for him. It seemed the more I relaxed, the easier it was to.