Paisley pushed back with her arms, absorbing the pounding she was receiving from Tom. His grunts echoed in her ears. Each thrust drove her to greater ...heights of arousal.“That’s it, baby, fuck my pussy hard. Give it to me, Tom. I know you want to fuck my tight little pussy,” she urged him, wanting him to be rough. She knew he was a gentleman. She wanted a hard fuck. She needed a hard fuck. God, his dick felt so good in her pussy, she thought as the tempo increased.Moans and grunts. Slapping of. So I pushed a little deeper and a little deeper more each time expecting her to stop me but she didn't. Finally when I was all the way in her I slowly pulled out of her pussy and then slowly pushed back into her this time without stopping. For a woman of her age I was surprised by the tightness of her pussy but then she'd been a woman who'd always taken care of herself and she only been with two men as far as I knew.It quickly came over me that I was fucking my grandmother and with that a surge. After all, it pervaded society, and patriarchal values were passed on as much by mothers as by fathers -- that was the insidiousness of it. She should have thought to mention that in explaining how even lesbian sex could be oppressive of women, in that it reflected the patriarchal socioeconomic system. Marx had been, in his typical male way, wrong. It was not religion but sex that was the opiate of the masses, especially the female masses, and as with any seemingly pleasurable addictive drug it. Wo kuch bol nhi rhe thi bus mujhe dekhe ja rhi thi mai saant khada rha aunty andr aa kar darwaza band kar mujhe boli pehle aaram se baith jao . rishi tumne khhana khaya maine bola haan aunty.Phir wo boli beta sorry mujhe tumhare sath aisa nhi karna chahiye tumhare umar me ye sab hota hai. Phir wo boli kyat um mujhe maaf nhi kroge maine bola haan aunty kyon nhi …..phir unhone mujhe apni bahon me bhar liya maine kuch nhi kiya bus baitha rhe aur wo boli kya hua beta tum apni aunty se pyar nhi.