I thought I'd give her a hint of what I wanted.I went to bed naked hoping Jean would get the hint I was looking for a little action when she came home.... I lay on my side so my back was toward the door. I left the covers off just to ensure Jean would see my bare body.Jean came home at her usual time and did her usual routine. I lay very quietly pretending to be asleep. She entered the room without turning on the light or making a sound. I could barely hear her as she moved about the bedroom.. Kitni hobsorat hi.is ka baad wo miry kapri otarny lagy.aik aik karky miry sab kapri otar diy.or ma blkal naked rah gaye.wo mire aik aik andam par hont rakh kar tareef karni laga.pehli os ni forehead pa apni lips rakh diy.per wo apni lips nichy lata gaya lata gaya,or jb wo boob par ponch gaya to kehni laga wah yi do hobsorat pahar,or jb mi ni kaha ka wo be rai ki,jis par ham dono hans pari.wo apni lips or nichy lata gaya,or jb wo clit tak ponch kar os ko rubb krni laga to mire moo sa biehtiar. I wanted to feel him. I didn't care if he got me pregnant. Not in that moment. I just wanted to feel him completely.He pushed his big cock about half the way inside me and it was still bigger than Dillon. He started getting his rhythm and going deeper with each thrust. His cock was stretching my pussy and I couldn't keep quiet about it. I was yelling my moans, waking up the neighbors if they weren't already up. Almost begging them to come watch a free show.His powerful hands were on my waist,. I could, with time and effort, demonstrate to her that I was, indeed, the 76-year-old man I had claimed was my absent grandfather. Having convinced her of the truth of that assertion, I would then discuss with her all of the terrible implications. It would be very much like a young man's having to tell his fiancé that he had acquired some awful disease that was near-certain to limit his lifespan to something far shorter than the two of them might otherwise have expected.And even setting aside.