I turned the water on and we let things get steamy. I jumped in with Dre’s hand still in mine and pulled her in the shower with me. Her firey red ha...ir dripping wet down her back turned me on even more than I could have imagined. To my complete and utter shock, Dre asked if she could wash me. I felt my heart skip what felt like a thousand beats. I bit my lip and nodded my head yes. I couldn’t wait to see where this was going. She ran her hands over ever inch of me. She started by shampooing my. But somehow, a youth clique from the city had realised new people (us) had arrived at this camp. As most of them were slightly older than we, they already had cars - and as soon as they knew some people about their age were there, they used their cars for a fluent cargo traffic between the camp and the city. The cargo was: beer, whine, champagne, vodka and whiskey - whatever alcoholic drink you could wish for, they provided it. After the disastrous non-dinner of the evening and the sheer. Unfastening her pants at the waist, I peeled them downward past her knees and gathered them about her pumps. Lifting each leg, one at a time, I had her step out of them. She was tantalizingly exposed, in her fancy thong panties, pumps, and exposed breasts, her face and arms bound/covered by her top. I pulled off her blouse and bra, and put my leather wrist and ankle restraints on her, taking my time, as though savoring the taking of some "sex slave". Again I spoke of how sexy she looked,. Grandpa, I whispered, fuck my pussy hard and fast, I want to feel your cum hit the walls of my pussy as I orgasm. And that was it. My grandpa did not need anymore encouraging. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back on the coffee table with my grandpa leaning over me fucking me as hard and fast as he could. Experience and time had done wonders for him. Somehow he knew exactly how to thrust his dick in for maximum pleasure for the both of us. God grandpa, you sure know how to fuck. I.