All of her kids are wonders. All of them are special people, even Barb, the strange little girl that really is becoming a woman, a very volatile woman.... I see her finding some guy in the future, and cranking out babies on an annual basis, just like her mother. She's ready for college, but she hasn't acted like she really wants to go. Should I force her? I don't think so, as it has to be something she wants. We'll see when we get home. She's been doing a lot of deep thinking lately. I think she's. She drew her legs up sharply and clasped them around his waist. Then the thrashing began anew, and with vengeance. Possessed by an overwhelming urge to spare him nothing, she huffed and grunted as she struggled to widen the spread of her thighs for the taking.Russell's mouth swooped down and found hers. The kiss was savage, as if a punishment for the extent of his desire. He sucked and bit, unforgiving. His hot tongue thrust in and out, turning and twisting, sweeping thoroughly. And when his. My tight hole resisted at first until his head popped inside my tight ring. The tight velvety lining of my asshole seemed to swallow his lubed cock. Grandpa got his thick cock about halfway in my ass before he pulled it all the way out. He got what looked like a thick belt off the wall and had me arch my back so he could slide it underneath me. He then buckled the belt around my waist. I noticed it had handles near each of my hips. Grandpa began working his cock back into my ass. This time he. "I read the brochure, you know," mom added."Did you!" I responded brightly.That was all that was said. Like I said, it's best if parents and children remain essentially ignorant of the details of each others' carnal doings.Never let it be said that I enjoy shopping, because believe me, I DON'T. I particularly hate clothes shopping. Which, I suppose, explains my limited wardrobe.Mom doesn't usually rag on me, but she did this time, about the state of my clothes - the ones I was wearing at that.