Most of you all know I am an incest phone sex granny; however, not everyone in my non phone sex life knows I lust for those little ones. I can add my landlord to the list of folks who now know I molest my wee grand angels. We have had one hell of a hot summer, and it has not cooled off yet even in September. The air conditioner broke, so I called him. He usually texts me when he is on his way over, so I thought I had some time to play with one of my granddaughters. I was lost in the warm wet gooiness of her sweet honey pot, that I didn’t hear my text ring. All the fans going off made it so I never heard the knock on the door either. I heard a man say, “What the fuck is going on.” In that moment I almost pissed myself. I was busted. This could have gone very ugly for me, but I am a quick thinker. I offered him my baby girl’s little tight pink creamy honey pot. I figured if he fucked her, I had a secret on him, he had one on me and we were both safe. I assured him it was no trap. Clearly this sexy gilf was under his control. I don’t look good in orange and I certainly would never survive being Big Bertha’s bitch. My granddaughter was laying on the bed with her legs flopped to the side exposing her puffy slit. My landlord adjusted his pants then unzipped them. She screamed at first because his cock was rather big. Bigger than I would have expected. She isn’t a virgin thanks to her daddy, but she is still so tight that he drew some cherry juice. He didn’t last long. They never do. I bet you wouldn’t last long either in a young bald pussy. His man seed was cherry tinged and oozing out her bald puss. While he fixed the AC, I cleaned her up and kept myself out of jail. Could you be bought off so easily?
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