Then he walked over to me and lightly stroked my ass.She looked so graceful.I am afraid that we, as the humans say, got off on the wrong foot.It didn’t take very long before he pushed his entire cock down her throat.I wore no underwear.She means generally.I squirmed, grinding my naked bottom in the warm, slippery mess, savoring the sensation.Along with them was Stewart whom I knew from school and his Granny Sex girlfriend Margaret whom I seemed to recognise from every fashion magazine.I told her I would stop whenever she wanted.She felt sorry, not for herself, but for her son Ajay.With a tremble she accepted the small cup offered to her. Okay, but if I want you to stop, listen. Alright? Alrighty, he says happily.I turn my back to him again and Milan takes another drop of shampoo. Once again he starts jerking me off. This time, when he pushes his thumb into my crack, I do not scare away. It feels weird at first, but at some point I get used to it. I wouldn't say it necessarily felt great, but it's okay. I'm getting pretty Granny Sex hyped up with him stroking my dick and his fingers in my butt, so I soon start moaning. Milan keeps touching my prostate in between strokes, which started to feel like a rhythm I was getting used to. You like this, don't you? the boy whispers in my ear.Hnngh. Yeah… I moan. I do.