I was looking for romance and something special.Of course, I would never consider Merry a possibility. She was too young, and even if we weren't blood... relatives, she was still by step-sister. I'd never forgive myself if I did something like that, and I'd probably castrate any guy that would ever consider anything but the very best for my little Shortcake.Marla was impossible, living in California, but she would probably have been a wonderful partner. She wasn't too shy, she was witty, and she. Grampa's sitting on his couch, and I am sitting ten feet away from him, in a big stuffy chair. I could feel his sexual excitement as I watched him slowly stoke his cock. I mischievously gazed at him out of the corner of my eye, and spread my legs wider. I separated my pussy lips, run my fingers along the slippery gooey surface, and showed him the fluid oozing from my cunt."Oh my goodness Gramps, thinking about all the things we do, and some we have yet to explore, has made my nipples and pussy. Between her boobs was a silver heart, hanging on a fine silver chain. The bra was red and lacy, her boobs at least a C probably bigger. Her stomach wasn't flat, but the gentle rolling shape was somehow sexier than the perfection. She had a wonderful all over golden tan and as she walked towards me she span around.“See anything you like?” The sight of her bum, encased in red lace brought my already hard knob to full attention.“A few things” I retorted, trying to sound cool and nonchalant.She. I could already feel the orgasm growing within me. It was only a matter of time before it overpowered me. And once that happened, all hope of coming out of this with my pride intact would be gone. On the plus side, giving in to my sexual hunger would turn a horrific ordeal into an enjoyable—or at least bearable—experience. Since the choice was not mine to make, I decided to accept my fate and make the most of it. As freaked out as I was, I gave in to my sexual cravings.I moaned. I begged for.