Though Sreya is little in size and has a childish look, her boobs are not that much small. So, now my cute, white, shy, gentle 18-year old granddaught...er Sreya is now sitting on my lap wearing a red bra and grey school-miniskirt, and I am suited-booted wearing a black coat and black tie over a white full sleeve formal shirt with black fullpant and a black formal shoe. A huge part of Sreya’s boobs are now visible to me. I started licking Sreya’s navel. I kissed all over Sreya’s belly. I continued. "That's some good work there, Kathy," Grand Dad readjusted his privates. "No wonder you're going to be captain of the girl's sex team next year." The silver-hared man smiled and turned his attention to Christi. "Well, I guess we'd better get you off there before your nylons melt," he laughed.He flipped the off-switch. "Had enough, Little Lady?" Eeeee, Eeeeeeee, Eeeeeeeeeeee," Christi replied as the dildo lost it's electrical "sting" and slowly pistoned to a stop. "That was, that was --" Really. “Now off with them.”Kristen had the panty hose off immediately. She handed them to Karl; he took them and said with a smile that he’d use them later to tie her hands. It gave her both an instant thrill and a jolt of fear.Kristen realized then to her dismay that she really had to pee, since she hadn’t that morning when working.“Karl,” she said very quietly and in a voice that was asking permission. “I have to go to the bathroom.”The boys giggled again.Karl then said: “First, tell us what you. "Feeling a strange combination of guilt and mounting excitement at what he was about to do, Howard drove over to Shafer Avenue and found Winkler's Used Books, a small neighbor hood secondhand store set midway in the block. Somewhat self-consciously, for he had never so much as purchased a girlie magazine in the past--although he had managed to sneak a look at some of them from time to time--Howard went inside and asked the grizzled, bald-headed old man behind the counter for a copy of "a modern.