We shouldn't tight be doing any of this! I'm your grandfather, for Christ's sake!" John whispered very harshly. "If you don't stick your fingers in my little pussy right now, and start gettin' me wet, I'm gonna start screaming and wake up Grams. And then I'm gonna tell her that you forced me to come into your bedroom, and that you tried to rape me," Trish threatened, pausing for a moment, and then adding, "So what's it gonna be, Grandpa? Are you gonna fuck me tonight, and take my virginity, like I want you to? Or am I gonna have to start screaming right now?" John didn't Hardcore say a word. He responded by simply reaching back over pov into Trish's crotch. And he continued fondling her pussy, treating it as if it tits were his own wife's pussy--which ironically, he hadn't touched or seen in more than five years. As soon as John's fingers small were actively exploring her pussy crack once again, Trish reached under her pillow, grabbed the pair of panties that she had taken off and placed there earlier, and she wrapped the panties around John's penis, with the inside crotch carefully positioned over the tip of John's large dick-head. And then Trish slowly began moving the panties up and down his short shaft. "These are my panties, Grandpa. I took 'em off, right before I got into bed with you. I know you like this," Trish said, matter-of-factly. "Because I've seen you do this before." "You have? When?" She smiled at him and asked him if he wanted company. He wasn't sure why he was so bitter about this...he just hadn't really been looking forward to seeing his baby sister. Still in pitch black, I gently closed the door, when suddenly a light went on. I could see his dick already sticking out and getting hard. He was now sporting a hard-on from the porn and the college memories. He selected a responsible middle-aged and single nephew to take over the house and in his will, he codified the process of the future Masters of the Mansion. “Where is your costume?” the Maid asks. He waited as long tits as he could, resisting the growing urge inside him to fuck this gorgeous little lady as hard and as fast as he could. This didn’t start with the Super Bowl. “Yeah, but then you wouldn’t be in the pool with three totally naked girls.” She wasn’t sure if it was pov out of interest or defiance, if he was watching her or the TV. I brushed her and then we were kissing. It looked like liquid poop and smelled awful. “Yep. Her orgasm triggered mine and I blasted my seed into her with a grunt, pumping into her for a while before collapsing on top of her. Suddenly the fingers were pulled out and someone tight slapped me small on the ass and cried out, “She’s ready.” “Think about it. He swiped the screen on, driving with one eye on the road. A big smile came across her face, “Really?” she asked. She gasped out she would definitely vote for me. My final class, history, earned me a final promise from Gaunting, a Chinese futa, as I rode her dick in the middle of my cheering class. Her rockin’ body, her soft skin, the hair, the sultry voice… shit, it’s a wonder I managed to resist her for long enough to win that tournament! Feel better?” I caressed him, watching the pleasure in his eyes, the smile playing on his lips. They were forbidden to touch any of his Hardcore slaves sexually, however, they were allowed to employ a certain amount of discipline if needed. Her: you decide. He and Nurse Allen like them to resist a little.