I was around 5 inches flaccid, and 7. That sweet amazing cock and that wonderful tireless tongue. Art's legs slid down the sides of grandpa's body. Based on that bulge in his jeans, we should order a bigger cage than usual now. It just hung there, all wet and hard, in front of my face.
Grandpa was writhing and moaning: He payed no attention, just went on with his game. I started bouncing up and down. Then by the time that his parents walked in on us I had put myself in him and was going to town. I couldn"t belive it, I didn"t get to see to much, but I swear I saw a 9 inch dick hanging between his legs. My heart pounded as I drove into the dock.
I take the bottle and put it on the coffee table. His voice was extremely powerful and deep, as if he was speaking from the bottom of a tunnel or a well, with just a bit of an echo. Grandpa was the one that whispered, "Relax boy Even in the dim light it was noticeable to Grandpa, who let go of his cock and held my hand. It was just a feeling I had about his feelings. So I was staring at him finishing off his cigarette when I noticed he started started smiling. I headed to his house one morning, unaware that he was asleep, I went through the side door of his house, and he was asleep on the couch, naked.
His cock was buried in Art's asshole. I couldn't take the pressure anymore so I got on my knees, moving myself closer to him. And on a page all his own! He pissed what was left of his urine into my mouth. A few words about your host! I came round thinking Tim wanted to see me but John was the only one home.