This was wrong. He was my best friend's grandfather. Way older than me. But older men really knew how to make you feel good, and here I was, knees buckling, thighs trembling, pleasure ripping through me like fire.
I'd spread my legs wider without thinking. My thong was already soaked from earlier fantasies, and since I was a little thick down there, he had no trouble sliding his finger in and out, stretching my tight walls, curling deep to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
Yes, I'm insane. Whenever I touched myself thinking of him, I always changed into sexy undies first, like it was really him peeling them off. Earlier I didn't have time to change, and now here we were: his thick finger buried knuckle-deep in my dripping cunt, my thong shoved to the side, slick coating
