I asked him why he was staring at me and hejust kept telling me I was beautiful.Okay, I said, this is a little weird. But I didn't object too much. Th...erewas a little dancing and he took me to the dance floor. That was nice. Icould feel his hardness when he held me close to him. He whispered in myear asking if I was really wearing sexy red panties and a bra. I laughedand called him naughty. I told him they were black. I said a girl whowears black panties wants to get fucked, or she's having her. He looked on the bedside table. It was 6:10am and he needed to get up togo to work. "Dammit!" That dream was just getting good.***James shook himself in an attempt to clear his head as he took hismorning shower. He watched as the remnants of the color from the makeupwashed down the drain. Isabell had never spoke much about her childhoodbut the dreams seemed so real. He laughed at the absurdity then coughed,as his lungs still hadn't recovered from their first exposure tocigarettes. The. "Susan looked a little puzzled and then said, "What about Saturdays andSunday's Granddad?"He laughed heartily as he started walking from the room and said, overhis shoulder, "Even a whore's got to have a day of rest," he laughedagain. "You'll be that fucked-out by the weekend you'll find it hard toget out of bed to make the bloody dinner!" But, Granddad," Susan added, "what do I have to do to be a wife, apartfrom, well, you know what?"Susan's Grandfather turned in the doorway and said, "Well,. I didn't want to touch my clit just yet because I knew it would be over-sensitive and the fact was I needed my pussy stuffed and right now. I moved my feet further apart and watched in the mirror as more cum oozed out of me. I caught it with my two middle fingers of my right hand, then, almost half squatting like I was impaling myself on Shane's thick, long, cock I slowly pushed those two fingers up inside me. Oh god, it felt so good stretching the walls of my pussy out. My hand had cum.