“Fuck me Grandad!” She cried “l want it…l want it all…fuck me deep…please.”“That’s it slut,” he said, “come over here Craig, pul...l her tits, just like you’re milking her, pull them hard.”Craig came to her side, doing as his grandad instructed, taking hold of her nipples, pulling and squeezing them.“Oh my god yes!” She cried, feeling each thrust still going deeper inside her, “l must have it all, please.”Finally each of his thrusts ended with his belly slapping against her, Susie realised that. Theirs was the common story of Silicon Valley. Very smart, young computer science nerds recruited right out of college, working seventy hours a week. Their only social life was getting together about once a month and getting stupid drunk at the apartment complex's pool. While they talked the food began arriving. Trays of chicken wings, chips, cheese, sliders and nachos quickly covered the dining table. Carl encouraged them to keep talking, eat all they wanted, and to drink the sodas and juices.. The smilethat bedazzled those that bore witness to it. And although Sarah and hermother both had been blessed with good hearts, whip-crack smarts, andcharacters that made each of them a joy to know (at least the majority ofthe time Sarah's father amended), Sarah did not seem to have any of thewild streak which her mother exhibited when she was her daughter's age.Sarah was about as straight-laced as a girl could come in this day,highly-motivated and driven by a strong need to succeed. The. He was, for instance, looking at my cleavage couple minutes ago,” she added.It was annoying to hear her lecture me about my drawings and the kids. I felt like some perv who is exposing his children to porn. But it was probably not what she meant. It was just hard seeing the way she was dressed tonight, that is all. Her look that evening sent me to an emotionally dark place. It was a new dress. Little black cocktail dress. Those are so hard to find, I have been told.Her large E-sized boobs were.