”But we can't change the war, can we?” I couldn’t help it. I started to cry. "I'll miss you,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes. "Me, too. ...Be careful,” I said, burying my face into his neck as his hand came around to pat my stomach. ”Who knows," John said, giving me a warm smile. "Maybe you'll get those breasts you've always wanted when the baby's born.” We kissed passionately, and I clung to him, praying this wasn't the last time we'd see each other. As it turned out, I got those breasts. .. She also exercises regularly to keep in shape. Unlike me, she had no problems dating the college boys. They always have somewhere to take her. She isn’t the village slut, but she isn’t a virgin either.Now she relaxed in my embrace. She loved the way my big, strong arms felt around her. She kissed my chest and wiggled her hips, pushing her mound against my pubic bone.”Who’s the perv now?” I asked with a smile.”I guess I am,” she giggled and wiggled again.I felt my manhood start to rise. It was. “Hold me” gran whisperedWe moved together with my cock pointing up her tummy and wrapped our arms around once again. It felt strange but erotic too, just holding each other for a few minutes.“I want to see you properly,” she said and parted from me to shut the curtains then turned on the bedside light. Gran was old, her face wrinkled, her upper arms hanging with flabby skin and her tummy had spare folds from when she must have been a little larger in her life.All was made up with her tits, they. “Tristan…God, your cock feels so damn good.” She moaned again as he fingered her ass and fucked her hot pussy. “I want to feel you cum all over my hard cock!” He began to fuck her pussy harder and faster, still playing in her asshole, and soon he could feel her pussy getting tighter around his cock. He knew she was going to explode her hot juices all over him. “Fuck me harder, oh god yes, that’s it baby!” He kept pounding away, not sure if he could hold out much longer. She yelled out with.