So I replied, “I'm low on funds but I can always see what I can do.” Her reply was what set my decision in stone. “I will make it worth your whi...le, I promise.” Instantly my cunt was dripping wet and I could feel the wet spot forming on my panties. “Why does she have this much effect on my pussy...” Trying to ignore the wetness, I headed upstairs to change. Slipping of my shorts and panties, the wet spot was bigger then I imagined. I finished getting naked, lay back on my bed and slowly spread. Again without moving her hips she contracted around it and made me growl with need to erupt and yet I doubted I had anything left to give. Somehow she thought her grandpa could do whatever she needed as she clenched again and again with rippling muscles around the swollen plug. She needed my flow as much as I did. “Let’s go to bed Brandy,” I whispered as my lips pressed to her neck and then nibbled tauntingly to lovingly beckon her to my wish. She rose from my lap and allowed my coated shaft. My daughter deserved better than him. My granddaughter deserved better than him. In my mind I was trying to work out what to do to him. I thought about killing him, beating him to a pulp, and breaking both his arms and legs. The more I looked at my naked daughter lying on the bathroom floor the more I knew I wanted to take her up her offer but at the same time I wanted to kill him. I was working out the details in my head when we heard Jessica shout, “Hi grandma!”Heather jumped up, put on her. He said he found it surprising the headmistress had caned his ex-wife, only she had never mentioned a word about being punished to him.I told him Susan never smoked but was deemed guilty by association. I added I felt sorry for her, but being punished with us confirmed she was accepted into our clique, and we became close friends after sharing the experience.I saw the tent-like bulge in his trousers as my story unfolded as he obviously found our caning exciting. I told him that we received.