HER GRANDAD'S DRINKING BUDDY... AND 3 OF HIS MATES
Girl Gets Horny For Old Man
When 19-year-old Sammie-Jo meets her grandfather's new mate, Reg Crabtree, the pair indulge in some lewd banter. But the exchange triggers something in the sexy teenager, and soon she is getting down and dirty with the octogenarian... while later she gets acquainted with three of his old-fogey pals.
WARNING
This story is only suitable for adult readers. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between an old man and a younger woman. The characters depicted are aged 18+.
In this story Sammie-Jo and Reg indulge in many sex acts, and later they are joined by Norris, Bryan, and Ivor for more intimate, adult behaviour - so be warned. Although the characters don’t use condoms, the author encourages all her readers to always practice safe sex.
EXTRACT
BY the time the car pulled up outside her grandfather’s house, Sammie-Jo was fizzing with excitement and anticipation – and she just didn’t know the reason. She was really flustered. She was trying to ask herself why. But in the back of her mind she knew. She just didn’t want to accept it as an explanation for her anxiety. It was Reg Crabtree.
The taxi drove away and left her gazing at the house. It was dark inside. Her grandfather and his filthy old mate were obviously asleep. Sammie-Joe blew air out of her cheeks. She felt light-headed. Her heart fluttered. She knew Reg would be sleeping on the sofa. Or at least she hoped he would be asleep.
I don’t want him to be awake, do I, she told herself. Making lewd comments about my dress, staring at my tits, my legs…
She used her key and quietly opened the front door. She crept inside and eased the door shut. The smell of alcohol and old men assailed her nostrils. She shivered. She kicked off her heels at the bottom of the stairs and decided she needed a drink of water. This required her to go to the kitchen. To get to the kitchen she had to walk through the living room where Reg was, hopefully, sleeping. She took a deep breath and walked into the living room. She stopped dead and stared. There he was on the sofa, a lump in the dark, snoring away happily.
Thank goodness he’s out of it, she thought, a sense of longing filling her breast. I didn’t really want him to be awake, she told herself before slowly approaching the sleeping OAP.
Her tummy knotted. Her mind reeled. Part of her brain was screaming at her to get a drink and go to bed. But she ignored the warning. She stood over the old man...
