Wait for us, grandpa

Wait for us, grandfather

Irka walked slowly around the house, looking at the dark log walls with involuntary respect. It's a family nest after all. Someone from her great-, great-, great-built. She carefully touched the warm, sun-warmed wood. Stacked into the frame three hundred years ago by plowmen who fled from Peter’s reforms, the thick, girth-sized oak trunks seemed to remain impervious to the very passage of time. Wars flared up and went out, entire states appeared and disappeared, and day after day they continued to protect their owners from the wind and bad weather, cracking and blackening on the outside, while still remaining rock-solid

inside.

Irka suddenly thought that her grandfather and this house were similar to each other. Gray-haired, with a sun-darkened, wrinkled face, hands twisted with “ropes” of veins and knots of muscles, wide palms broken by work, the grandfather is still a strong man, albeit beaten by life.

And the same as your home, unbending by time. Grandfather is nearly seventy, and Irka has never heard of him being sick in any way. In a light, loose-fitting shirt, loose pants, most often barefoot - this is how Irka always remembered her grandfather. In winter, of course, he dressed differently. But in winter you can’t get to your grandfather’s “estate” on any all-terrain vehicle.

Rounding the corner, Irka went out to the veranda. On the occasion of her arrival, the samovar puffs. It smells like pine cones, and on the table there is honey and grandfather’s bread, which you can eat instead of cake, wild raspberries, and homemade cottage cheese. Everything you can’t try in the city forever.

— It’s so hot. – Irka happily climbed into the cool shade of the veranda.

— Spirits. A big thunderstorm is brewing. – Looking sideways at the sky, the grandfather responded. - Yes, you’re still dressed like it’s not summer outside. Girls got into the habit of wearing these jeans, damn them, and soaring their asses in the heat. No, just to wear a light dress or a skirt. The body breathes, the legs look beautiful. Even a caress with a glance, even a stroke with your palm is pure pleasure.

- Grandfather, this pleasant experience is probably of no use to you, no matter what. Just memories.

Having celebrated her eighteenth birthday, Irka decided that she had received the right to “adult” conversations, which sometimes caused dissatisfaction with her parents. But grandfather Yegor did not read morality to his impudent granddaughter.

- Try it, little berry. – He suggested slyly. - Give me a little hand and hold me tenderly.

The eloquent gesture that accompanied the grandfather’s words left no doubt about how and what Irka should hold on to.

- Grandfather! – Irka snorted indignantly. - I’m your granddaughter!

- Well, the granddaughter is not a Bug, but a person like everyone else. – Grandfather Yegor grinned and, looking into Irka’s rounded eyes in amazement, explained condescendingly. “Here, Irka, such deeds are not particularly considered a sin.” Our edges are still a bearish angle. And in the old days it was completely wilderness.

The race will settle on the earth, but for many miles around you will not meet a person. Where can young third-party brides and grooms find? So sometimes it turned out that the sister married her brother, but the father and daughter sinned. Cousins ​​are completely self-explanatory. So this won’t confuse anyone even now. In the immediate area, everyone has even a drop of blood and relatives.

— Nevermind! “Irka forgot about tea.” “It turns out that you could be both my grandfather and my father at once?!”

- Well, there has been no need for such and such for a long time. – The grandfather shrugged his broad shoulders. – But to try to see if my daughter turned out okay, that’s another matter.

- So what, you and my mom just like that?!

- So why not easily? They are their own people after all. – Grandfather shrugged again.

- Oh crap!!! – Irka, pressing her palms to her burning cheeks, not believing what she heard, shook her head.

- Yes, don’t worry so much. – Grandfather Yegor affectionately patted Irka on the top of his head. “They just live their customs everywhere.” Here, a guy and a girl can live together without any stamp in their passport and without parental consent, but somewhere they can easily kill you for this. And there are places, I’ve heard, where the right of the first night has been preserved. But somewhere else this doesn’t happen.

- So somewhere. – Irka sighed. - And then here, my relatives.

- Great importance. “Egor, taking a cup of cooled tea from his granddaughter, poured her some hot tea. “Here, everyone decides for themselves, they don’t force things.” Drink and don't worry about it.

After tea, Irka got ready to go swimming. Having changed her clothes, she appeared on the veranda in a short dress, only her buttocks were covered, and flip-flops on her bare feet.

- Well, there you go. That's another matter! – The grandfather, looking at his granddaughter, slapped her approvingly on her tight ass and, without any embarrassment, ran his palm over the back of her thighs. - To the lake?

- Yeah.

Oddly enough, the grandfather’s unequivocal freedom did not anger or offend Irka at all. On the contrary, backed up by action, sincere approval seemed natural to her and even, unexpectedly, pleasant.

- You go to the nearest one. - Her grandfather advised her. – It’s too long to walk back from the distance. I feel a thunderstorm moving somewhere nearby. Otherwise, wait, Natka should return from Sosnovka, you’ll run away together.

That's how it turns out. My cousin also came to see my grandfather. I wonder how long ago?

- Just yesterday. Yes, her mother told her to buy some herbs from our witch, and Pashka was just leaving this morning. They'll be back soon. So will you wait?

- Nope. I'll do it better again later.

Irka didn’t stay. And I didn’t go to the nearby body of water. Even if it’s nearby, there are people milling about all the time. And after her grandfather’s revelations, she wanted to be alone, to somehow digest it all. A good walk is just what you need. An hour of walking and a deserted shore, without a single person, became for Irka a well-deserved reward for the long journey. Besides everything, Irka had long dreamed of swimming and sunbathing naked, and here was her chance. On the beach, among people, you can’t really take off your clothes. Unless you're topless, and if you don't mind that every second person is staring at you. And here is freedom! The distant lake is also good because the approaches to it are open. From afar you will see if someone is walking across the field, you will have time to get dressed calmly.

Once again, just in case, looking around, Irka threw off everything to the last thread and for a long time splashed with pleasure in the clean, cool water, enjoying the unusual sensations of her naked body. Great! Swimming naked is beyond praise! Finally, Irka climbed ashore and freely stretched out on a wide towel. Fine.

Walking and swimming calmed her down. Now Irka honestly tried to understand the chaotic thoughts that gripped her. The sudden shock of what she heard passed, and what her grandfather told her no longer seemed to her to be something transcendental, extraordinary. It’s just a facet of adult life unknown to her before. Yes, on the one hand, she always knew that this was bad, that it was reprehensible. On the other hand, it turns out that there are people, and not just any people, but people close to her, who think completely differently. And she, too, can cross the line, experience the sensations of closeness with a relative unknown to others.

The unusualness of the situation teased Irka, simultaneously frightening her with the unfamiliarity and alluring her with the sweetness of the forbidden fruit. Here it is, please. Come and take it freely. Irka, suddenly, clearly, as if seeing, imagined her grandfather studying with her mother in her current room, on that very bed. Mom, legs spread wide, lies on her back, long hair scattered across the pillow. And the grandfather, leaning on his hands, covered her and entered with sharp, strong thrusts. And the mother, shuddering, moves towards him, and her breasts bounce in time with the “beats”, and both of them breathe noisily and heavily, and...

Irka, sitting up and opening her eyes, had difficulty curbing her wild imagination. But she can do this too. And what? I came alone, without my parents, no one would forbid me, no one would interfere. And he won't know anything. It's too late to worry about innocence. Although she has little experience, she has, as they say, already done it. So... Oops! Irka pressed her palms to her face. My cheeks were on fire.

Irka quickly swam to the shore, hearing the heavy grumbling of a thundercloud behind her. A sharp gust of wind, urging her on, whipped the girl emerging from the water on her wet back. But she was in a hurry anyway. It’s not very pleasant on a forest road in a thunderstorm, but to remain a lonely target on the lake...

The slanting jets of an unexpectedly cold downpour overtook her halfway to the forest. They hit me with wet tight ropes on my back, shoulders, bare legs, and then merged into one continuous wall of water. And that was just the beginning. A thunderclap split the sky overhead. A bright, snaking flash went into the blue of the lake. One more. Fortunately for Irka, the thunderstorm was moving a little to the side, not threatening her with lightning, but the downpour took its toll on the girl as best it could.

The road underfoot turned into a solid puddle. Irka, in her slippers, kept slipping. The dress, soaked through, clung disgustingly to the body, chilling with every step. It was pouring from above so that streams of water ran down my stomach and butt, right under the fabric. But worse than that, there was a prickly, unsummer chilly wind. Having gone seriously wild in the field, he became completely mad in a narrow forest clearing. His piercing gusts angrily whipped the girl, trying to knock her off her feet, mercilessly taking away those crumbs of warmth that Irka still had. It was still a lot of sawing and sawing before she got home, but she was no longer able to get a tooth on her teeth. Irka, chillily clutching her shoulders wrapped in a wet towel, hurried home with all her might.

Still far? Irka no longer had the strength to endure this refrigerator. I did it for myself, you fool! At least get lost now. What is this? Ahead, through the muddy veil of falling water, a dark figure appeared. Grandfather! Exactly. Looking like a wet, angry gnome in his pointed raincoat, grandfather Yegor hurried to meet his granddaughter.

— I knew I was going to hit the long range! “He muttered grumpily, hastily pulling out a dry cloak from his bosom and quickly wrapping it around the girl.

- S-save-io. – Irka gratefully buried her head in her grandfather’s shoulder. The jumping lips were not yet obeying, but Irka was already coming to life. A heavy, dense raincoat, almost reaching to her toes, reliably covered her from both the evil wind and the pouring rain.

The clothes, of course, have not become drier, but this is no longer so scary. Let's break through!

- Don’t stand there, come on. – The grandfather pushed the girl in the back. - Go home quickly and warm up.

- I’m coming. “Irka, ahead of her grandfather, splashed along the path.

- Run to the bathhouse immediately. – Over the noise of the rain, the grandfather shouted after him. - It was just heated yesterday, it hasn’t cooled down yet. The water is hot...

It was really warm in the bathhouse. Even in the waiting room. The chilled Irka, throwing her raincoat on the hanger, tore off her sticky dress and hurriedly rushed into the broom-smelling bathhouse twilight. Ah-ah-ah! Well, that's how it is! Of course, there won’t be enough heat to steam, but you can warm up as much as you want. Irka, having filled the gang with hot water that had to be diluted, poured it all over herself in one fell swoop. More. Well, that's better. Irka grabbed the second bunch and settled down on a bench, putting her feet in a basin of water and slowly pouring water on herself from another. Bliss!

The grandfather burst into the dressing room, noisily shaking off his raincoat.

- Well, it’s pouring. “He muttered and knocked lightly on the door. - How are you doing, icicle? Thawed?

- Come on. – A terry towel flew into the slightly opened door. “Wrap yourself up, I’ll come in for a minute.”

Irka found it funny that her grandfather didn’t bother with her. After today's stories about freedom of morals in a single family, he would rather go into the steam room without any ceremony than stomp under the door. And here is Versailles. To tease or what? Having quickly built a kind of turban on herself, as they usually do after washing her hair, Irka leaned out. True, showing only the shoulders.

- So get wrapped up, grandpa?

- Ko-oza! – Grandfather Yegor grinned, looking at his naughty granddaughter, and, stepping closer, pulled the door towards himself. – You can do that, since you’re not afraid to sparkle with charms.

Awww! This was not planned! Irka, hastily jumping back, blinked her eyes in confusion at the entering grandfather. It was too late to rush around, tearing the towel off my head in order to somehow cover myself. Now sit on the bench, the goods are on display. Irka only brought her knees closer together so that she wouldn’t appear as visible in front of her grandfather as in a shop window. However, he didn’t bother to make his granddaughter blush, studying the details. He looked at him with a male gaze, of course, and then snorted mockingly:

- What a good moment. Now I wish I could hit my bare ass with a rod so that I could listen to my elders another time.

And immediately the tension that had begun to arise lifted, and Irka somehow relaxed. Well, just think, I found myself naked in front of a man. Yes, in the bathhouse too. Great importance! She still pulled the towel off her head, but did not wrap herself in it to cover herself. I just threw it over my shoulders. The grandfather, meanwhile, poured half a glass of a tea-like tincture that smelled strongly of herbs from a dark flat bottle and handed it to his granddaughter.

— Have a drink to warm yourself up from the inside. It's bittersweet, really. But be patient. Then you will manage without a cold.

The tart liquid slightly burned my throat, but, in general, it was not too strong and not at all disgusting. But inside Irka, it was as if a fire had caught fire. There was even perspiration. But my head, despite my fears, remained clear.

— Put your feet down. “The grandfather moved the pile of hot water to the bench and straightened up, leaning slightly on his granddaughter’s shoulder. - Warm yourself up. I’ll go get some dry food and stir up the samovar.

- Wait, eh. – Irka covered her grandfather’s paw with her palm. - Sit with me.

Still, some piquancy of the current situation provoked the girl, setting her thoughts in a certain way.

- Tell me... did you also have it with your mother’s sisters, well, with Aunt Lena and Lyuda?

The grandfather, sitting down next to her, looked at his granddaughter with mocking interest.

- It’s amazing how you were taken. Exactly who stabs you in the ass with an awl. Was with someone, was not... Well, what do you think?

Irka, in general, has no illusions about the answer. Grandfather tried them all. And no one said a word, not even a hint. It's called relatives!

- Grandfather. – She faltered slightly, gathering her courage. - Grandfather, what is it like when you’re with your own people?

- Yes, the same as with other others. If both want it, then it’s good for both. You already had it with the guys, I guess?

Irka hesitated and nodded.

- Well, then, you know how it is. – Yegor winked mischievously at his granddaughter. - Sweet.

In the dressing room, the door suddenly slammed, and a clear, girlish voice was heard.

- Hey, people. Where are you?

- So Natka has returned. And good. – Grandfather turned towards the voice. - Here we are, come in.

- Ahh, we found it. And I'm calling, calling.

A short, slender girl in a short summer dress flew into the steam room like a whirlwind. Slapping loudly on the floor with her bare feet, she rushed to hug Irka.

- Hello, sister! Welcome.

- Hello! – Irka joyfully hugged the girl who plopped down next to her. – Have you returned?

- Yeah. – Nata looked around the crowd with a curious look. – What are you doing here anyway?

- Yes, here it is. - Grandfather grinned. “Right before the thunderstorm, our clever girl came up with the idea of ​​going for a long swim.” Let's warm it up now.

- Poor guy. I was scared in the car. – Natasha, getting up from the bench, pulled off her dress. - If so, I’ll end up too. There is dust in Pashka's UAZ.

Under the dress there were only symbolic panties. Having pulled them off and thrown the clothes into the dressing room, the girl was left, like Irka, naked. To the surprise of the latter, Natka did not show the slightest sign of embarrassment to her grandfather sitting next to her. Calmly walking to the tank, she began to draw water as if washing with it was something ordinary for her. Irka had not yet had time to comprehend why suddenly, when Natasha turned around and glanced mischievously at the old man.

- Grandfather, have you already registered your sister or is she still going unattended?

Irka literally heard a click, with which a mosaic formed in her head. That's why Natasha is so easy. She already does too. Everyone except her. Well, family! What does she need now? Like a white crow? Or …? She looked back at the old man. Egor dropped his wide palm with a slap onto his granddaughter’s thigh.

- Yes, she just found out today that this happens. Unusual, I guess. He'll probably come to you with questions today. Maybe it will solve something.

And, grinning, he added, getting up: “The collective farm is a voluntary matter.”

- Why ask? – Natka deftly knocked over the gang. - You have to try. Moreover, everything is already ready, just throw off the towel.

- What now? Here? – Irka looked at her dumbfounded.

— Why not? That bottom shelf is convenient. My grandfather was on it for the first time and... that. Do you want it on the table in the dressing room? Great too. Or should I definitely give you a bed?

- Yes, no. I... I... just somehow immediately...

Irka wanted. To be honest, I wanted to. The unusualness of the situation teased and excited her. And she, perhaps, would be ready to make up her mind. It's just all too fast somehow.

— Well, why right away? We'll play first.

Natasha went up to her grandfather and began to unbutton his shirt. Having exposed the man to the waist, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. As it turned out, grandfather Yegor did not wear panties. Irka looked with interest at the instrument that appeared right in front of Natasha’s grandfather’s face. He didn’t look like a listless old man’s rag; he “looked” at the girl with quite interest.

Meanwhile, grandfather Yegor’s trunk had already fully gained power and strength, looking firmly forward. Strong and unbending, like his owner. Natasha’s mouth could no longer accommodate the entire size and worked mainly on the head, either sucking it or teasing it with her tongue. Irka slowly pulled the towel from her shoulders. The game of love beckoned her and called her to it, but she could not decide to take the first step. Natka, apparently noticing her movement, pulled away from the man and, holding the rod shiny with saliva and lubricant in her hand, turned to Irka.

- Well, do you want to join us, or will you just sit there?

The girl was already noticeably excited. There was a hoarseness in the voice, and breathing became faster. The turrets of the small chest became pointed, looking forward invitingly. Irka, involuntarily comparing herself to her sister, noted with satisfaction that her own bust looked much more attractive. Although Natka, of course, is slimmer.

- I want.

Irka did not recognize her own voice, such a mixture of curiosity, desire and uncertainty sounded in it. Just don't be afraid!

Natasha released her grandfather’s toy, and he stepped towards Irka. The girl wanted to go down like Nata, but grandfather Yegor kept her on the bench. Standing close, so that Irka had to spread her legs wide, he found himself right in front of her. Now the girl was sitting wide open in front of him, and the hard, masculine trunk, veined with veins, almost touched Ira’s lips. Her grandfather's hands lay on her shoulders, then slid lower, finding her breasts. Wide male palms completely covered Irka’s hemispheres, crushed the elastic forms, scratched the tender peaks of the pointed nipples with rough skin, opened up space for the girl’s breasts and again took her captive, making the girl moan with pleasure.

Natasha, coming up from behind, hugged her grandfather and, pressing her whole body against him, began to caress his toy, and then carefully ran it over Irka’s lips. Ira obediently opened her mouth, and a wetly glistening piston entered. The girl's lips and tongue embraced the desired toy and slid back and forth over it. The first sucking movements were cautious and uncertain, but with every second Ira became more and more interested in the process. Nata’s fingers playing with his grandfather’s eggs right in front of Irka’s eyes fascinated him, exciting him more and more. Irka moved forward on the bench, pressing her pussy against the man’s leg, her ass crawled across the bench, smearing the slippery droplets of leaking lubricant.

- Mmm-mm. – It came from her busy mouth.

Natasha also rubbed her pussy against her grandfather, grasping his leg with her thighs, sliding along it as if along a pole. Grandfather put his hand behind his back, groping for Natka’s buttocks and pressing the girl to him.

- Well, good ones, who's first?

Natasha, with a sigh of regret, slipped out of her grandfather’s embrace.

— Let Irka. She hasn't had it with you yet.

- So be it. – Egor, stepping back, pulled his granddaughter along with him.

Having understood what they wanted from her, Irka moved from the bench onto a wide shelf, darkened with time, and lay across it, leaning her shoulders against the wall. The grandfather approached, picked up her legs and, spreading them, placed them on his shoulders. Then he pulled the girl’s ass a little closer, hovering right over her granddaughter.

His straight rod, trembling with excitement, greedily looked straight at Irina’s treasury, moistened with desire, and reached out to it. Well, that's it. Now I’m a grandfather... Irka, groaning to herself, closed her eyes, feeling the guest entering the door of her house. The well-lubricated doors swung open easily and hospitably to the newcomer.

The hard, elastic piston, without stopping at the threshold, confidently moved forward, trying to get to the very bottom of the female well. Irka screamed when he reached his goal, froze, feeling the reverse movement of the toy in the tight embrace of her cave, and began to move in time with the man, meeting his attacks and retreating at the same time.

Wide palms covered her chest. Irka moaned blissfully. Grandfather’s “express” arrived at the “terminal station” time after time, forcing the tender walls of his granddaughter’s “tunnel” to shrink in sweet spasms, harbingers of the magical wave of pleasure that followed. The same one that, taking your breath away, makes stars flash before your eyes and, pouring precious rain inside the cave, announces its arrival with a cry of bliss. And Irka already felt, felt her.

Grandfather did not move as fast as the young guys, but smoothly and strongly. And it was this uniform, rhythmic movement, this repeated and repeated caress that made my head spin, making me forget about everything except the tireless piston sliding inside me and wishing, wishing that it would not stop.

Irka began to moan quietly. The lower abdomen filled with the already familiar heaviness preceding the desired “eruption”, the chest under grandfather’s palms heaved in time with the quickening breathing. Ira felt movement from the side. Glancing up, she saw Natka climbing in next to her. She, with her mouth slightly open, watched as the male rod entered Irka over and over again. The girl’s legs, pulled up to her chest, were spread, her palm hastily slid along her pussy. One of the fingers kept disappearing into the wet depths, causing the flat tummy to tremble slightly. Natasha was breathing quickly and intermittently.

- I'm about to cum. – Irka exhaled.

- I think so too.

Grandfather continued. Natasha’s free palm suddenly fumbled for Irkina, squeezing her forcefully. The girl’s ass twitched, sliding along the boards, her thighs closed, squeezing the palm lying on her pussy.

- Oooh. – Her voice rang out. - Oh-oh-oh-oh...

But Irka had no time for Natasha. A stream of love moisture that rose from the depths of her cave was rushing out. The hammer sliding smoothly and powerfully inside destroyed the dam holding it back with each blow. A few more attacks... The splashing wave covered her headlong, flooding her from the inside and out. It seems that Irka was screaming. She wasn't sure. For a few seconds everything disappeared for her. All that was left was Grandfather’s trunk, which grew over and over again in the garden of her pleasure, and Irka watered it with her hot and sweet juice.

Finally, my eyes cleared. Grandfather Yegor still moved steadily in her wet and slippery pussy. Natasha, who had already caught her breath, sat next to her, still holding Irka’s hand.

- Well, you're flying away! “She looked enviously at her sister. - I would like that.

- Let's change. May grandpa send you to heaven too.

- Come on. I already want it again. You know, watching them fuck is a great turn-on. And if they end up like you. Well, it's actually cooler than porn.

- Okay for you. – Irka glanced sideways at her. - Grandfather, I’m already there. Now it’s Natkin’s turn.

- I see that it is already. – Yegor grinned, winking at his granddaughter. - The juice flows like from a ripe berry.

- Well, why are you both teasing? – Irka was embarrassed. “It’s not my fault that I felt so good.”

- Was it just that? – The grandfather leaned towards her. - And now it’s not?

- Oh, yes!

Irka felt with surprise that the continuing movements of her grandfather’s toy gave birth to a second sweet wave, hastily rising after the first.

- Oh! Nata, wait. Me now. Grandfather! More! Oops!

The girl’s hips shook. The lower abdomen arched towards the grandfather. Ooo. The second finish was not so stormy, but it still made my eyes darken. Ira leaned back relaxed against the wall.

- Now you can look at Natasha.

The grandfather retreated, lowering the girl’s legs from his shoulders. His piston left Irina’s hospitable cave with a soft squelch. Natakha was already waiting, raising her spread legs to meet her guest. Now Irka, with her feet up on the shelf, watched as her grandfather had Natasha.

The female roles changed, but the male performer continued his “work” the same way, tirelessly. Natka had already watered his trunk once with the rain that came from the heights of passion and, judging by the newly increased breathing and sudden movements towards him, she was close to the next one. Ira was surprised at her grandfather’s endurance. Few of the young people could have done so much without a break, but he didn’t even seem tired. I trained... on my relatives. It will be funny if, having waited for his great-granddaughters, he also fucks one of them.

— Which of you can cum in, no? – Her grandfather interrupted her thoughts. - And that’s about it.

- No! – Natka and Irina said in unison. - No need!

- Then help in a different way.

Irka, understanding what he meant, climbed down and knelt next to her grandfather. She expected Natasha to join her, but she grabbed the man’s hand, holding him back.

- Grandfather, a little more! I already am now. Oh! More. I... I... Ah-ah-ah!

The sweet wave that covered the girl took her out of the game for some time. Natasha spread out on the boards in blissful languor, and Irka realized that she would have to accept alone the granddaughter who was hastily leaving her granddaughter and turning to her. The barrel, which was delayed in Natka, did not carry all the ammunition to the waiting mouth. A wide spray of white spray adorned Irina's chest. The girl shuddered in surprise, but still managed to accept the finishing member, eager for the last caress. She sucked him diligently, and he, shuddering from the touch of his lips and tongue, shot out one after another bitter drops of male effort. Irka was glad that the first salvo missed, otherwise she would never have swallowed so much.

- Oh-oh-oh. – Grandfather Yegor groaned, finally finishing his fireworks display.

Irka released his toy. Gradually, the fading trunk was no longer so beautiful, but still retained a quite decent appearance. Ira stood up and filled the ladle with water and carefully washed it. Grandfather sat down on the bench and began to pull on his pants that he had picked up from the floor.

— Will you come back one more time before nightfall? – Looking at his granddaughters, he asked?

- Grandfather, are you serious? – Irka was surprised. - You’ve been here all this time now, and again in the evening?

- Well, I can’t compete with the young ones, but I can overcome one more run.

— It’s still a question of whether to compete. “Quietly, so that only Irka could hear,” Natka, who came down, whispered, and added louder. - Of course, we will come. Only you will caress us too. Why are we sucking you off? What about us?

— Yes, easy. - Grandfather grinned. “I’ll also see how your pussies “sweat” under my tongue.”

Grandfather’s words resonated with an exciting shiver in the lower abdomen. Irka listened to her feelings in surprise. Wow, just a few hours ago she had no idea that something like this was even possible, but now she’s waiting and wanting it. More likely.

— I’ll go. - Grandfather pulled on his shirt and stood up. - Follow along, we’ll collect dinner.

— That’s us in a moment. – Natasha responded after her departing grandfather. - You need to have a proper dinner. We have a big uncultured program for the night.

The granddaughters looked at each other and laughed merrily. Wait for us, grandfather!