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Brother of my late grandfather had a house at the seaside. I’ve bee spending free summer vacations there since I was kid. He and his wife were retired and had a nice house in a quiet neighborhood of the town. I would spend whole day at he beach, hanging with local k**s and exploring the nature and landscapes. I was having another beautiful month of a summer holidays there. Unfortunately, my grandmother (wife of my grandfather’s brother; I called them ’grandpa’ and ’grandma’) started to have a hard time with her rheumatism and arthritis, so her daughter found her a parlormaid. The maid was kind woman in early thirties. She would do housework from morning until thirteen o’clock. Funny, I was sure she was the reason their daughter’s husband attended the city much often just to drop by and ask how his parents in law are. In the middle of my vacation, my grandmother went to a week-long spa treatment because of her illness. Next day I went to the beach as usual, but around the noon I had to go back to the house because I’d forgot my camera. Doors were locked. Luckily I had a copy of the key. The living room was empty, with beer bottles on the table and TV was on. It seemed he left house in hurry. Suddenly I heard some conversation from the kitchen. I sneaked and looked through the keyhole. My jaw dropped. Our maid, Mrs. Stanislawska, was fully nude.
And she was on top of the grandfather! She was broad, with round posterior and narrow-waisted, although very plump. Her, now bra-free, breasts were saggy, melon-shaped, with tan lines, probably H cup; nipples went slightly downwards, yet still pointy. She was moving her hips graciously back-and-forth with her palms on his chest, together with whole her body, immense breasts and hair which was blond painted and had large curls on ends, which were very sexy while swinging. Her eyes were closed, with occasionally frowning (especially during breast grabbing) or she would watch a wall aside with a dreamy look, trying not to watch his bald head, untidy beard and hairy body with huge beer belly. He was lying on the floor watching her almost in miracle, kneading her thighs, waist, and breasts. His fat, rough hands were all over her sensual soft skin. His breathing was heavy and excited, like he would got heart attack every moment. Mrs. Stanislawska was an Easter Europe immigrant; very beautiful and charming lady indeed. Throughout their conversation, I learned she was divorced with 8-year-old son and she needed some extra money, so she accepted grandfather’s indecent proposal. Her round, blush cheeks and nervous deep breathing and quiet moaning, full with jitters, were very cute. She was especially annoyed with his sassy comments on her he was making all the while: – O my Goood… I’ve been waiting for this sooo long… watching you jiggling these bazookas under the clothes. That day you’d dressed push-up… you pushed my prick up to the sky! She started to nagging to him through her teeth in a rhythm of swings, which was hot as hell: – I do cooking, ironing, cleaning, laundering and toiling all the noon, and now I have to rub your smelly dick… I’m a physics professor for goodness sake! – You so turn me on when you are pissed off baby. In that moment the phone rang. She took the speaker, and when she learned who’s on the other side, she proceeded it to him: – Ooo, hi honey! I’m fine, how are you?... Yes she did… She left a hour ago. Are you better?...Don’t worry, he’s outside as usual… and yea, he had a breakfast… Byyyee! She put the speaker back, and continued to giving him a riding marathon. – This is what your wife should work, she said. – You’re so juicy and vigorous, and so much better then that dead fish. And he rushed again on her breasts. – So soft… and firm… and hot… like burners… – You old bastards!... all the same. When you see a young woman you go mad… and of course stretch yourselves down like bears! Everything lasted for almost an hour. It seems he head hard time to finish. But after a long time he was finally close. – Faster! Faster! And he slapped her a little bit. – Would you… please… shut… your mouth! I that moment phone rang again. It was her cellular phone in her purse. – I need to answer… – No please… keep pumping… my Willie’s having time of its life. – I NEED to answer… She stopped, calmed her breath a little bit and answered the call: – Hi sweetheart… well… I’m removing some furniture… Are you all right? Have you found your lunch? Mommy has a lot of work today, we’ll see our soon. Don’t forget to lock the door. Bye. – Until the end of the week kid will go to college, be sure. – You needy scum! – Come, lie over me. She lied over him because it would make it easier to her. She was exhausted and covered with sweat. Those breasts became two delicious basketballs oppressed against his chest. – Keep going… keep going… good girl… oooh… oooooh… don’t stop… aaaaaaaaagghhh… aaaaaaaah… She yelled that loud that he could scare a birds on the tree. She was in shock. – Good God, you loaded like a horse! She got up slowly with fatigued shaky legs and ran to the bathroom. Her crunch and thighs were red and messy. His penis stood straight, purple, not that long but thick as log. Those days the fridge was filled with cans and they were upstairs each day until 13 o’clock when she would living the house regularly, in order not to make neighbors suspicious. Two years later grandfather unfortunately died of heart attack. He left the last will. And guess who owns the house now.
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