Spiced cod

We're a young couple trying to reconcile our fantasies. Our granddaughter is in her 30s, a curly body, a guitar, finally delicious. Her hair is curly, her butt is pointy, and her breasts are small enough to fit in her mouth. A few years ago, I confessed that I started to confess to her that I liked to see her wearing small, provocative outfits. As she confessed the things that excited me, she provoked me more and more. While we were having sex, she whispered in my ear facts like the looks and songs I received in the gym, on the street, in the mall, and even from our friends who didn't even suspect this fantasy. As I counted, I kept asking myself about more things that excited me, and I ended up confessing that I would love her more and more with other men. Over time, we put our fantasy into practice. She was always very careful not to let it interfere with our relationship. We had countless adventures until we had this one that I will detail here. In other stories I detail the other experiences. One Wednesday, we decided to go out on a liberal walk that you have here in the city where we live. She dressed up and was stunning, very sexy. That day she was wearing very tight jeans with a low waist, showing the piercing that makes her little belly a boner. The blouse, of a very thin fabric defined the nipples of the nipples and made clear the desire to be harassed. We got in the car and asked for a drink, we danced and talked about the movement for a while until I noticed that a man of about 40 years was surrounding us and analyzing the body of my kitten. She danced in a very sensual way and pretended not to notice the presence of that man. Little by little the man was approaching and I moved away from her a few centimeters in order to make it clear to him that I would not oppose the contact. Suddenly I realized that he approached her and put his hand on her waistband. She did not even turn to see who it was, making it clear that she had already noticed the approach of that man. She continued to dance. She looked up at me and gave a small laugh. I noticed that he started talking to her and hugging her by the back rubbing his body on her butt. Little by little I noticed that she started raising her chin and closing her eyes without stopping dancing. Things were getting out of my control and what worried me is that we were in the middle of the ballad and everyone was getting it. Although the ballad was liberal it made me very insecure and exposed. I decided to get close and to stop talking to her...And she said something to the man and he congratulated me and left. As soon as he left, she laughed a little and said: "You tease me and then you can't stand it, right?" That comment made me even more excited. I said to her: "I loved what you did but could you choose a more private corner, right?" We kept drinking and watching the movement. She was always dancing and drawing a lot of attention. A few minutes later she called me to stand in a darker corner on the side of the dance floor. We went. I already knew what to expect. As soon as we arrived I noticed the approach of the same man who had made caresses to her. When he approached her, she looked at me in the eyes and smiled once again. She kept dancing to the man until he grabbed her by the waist again. This helped to spice up the situation even more. Suddenly the two began a passionate kiss. She turned her back to him and tucked her nipples completely between his arms as they kissed. Through his tongue penetrating her boob scene and she with her eyes closed being caressed by him. Little by little she was bringing both hands to him to like him and when I noticed that he was making a move that makes it clear that he was masturbating to her unconsciously. So we sat there for a few minutes until she was able to take a look at me from our side who began to look at me as if he was waiting for some reaction. That helped me even more to spice up the situation. Suddenly the two started a passionate kiss. She turned her neck to him and tucked her nipples completely between his arms as they kissed. He was slowly entering her boob scene and with her eyes closed to be caressed by him. Little by little she was slowly bringing both hands to me to like him and smile again. She kept dancing to the man's feet to save me from the pain. She kept me from drooling me without a few minutes. She had a couple next to look at me who started staring at me as if she was looking at me as if she was waiting for some reaction. It helped the situation to spice up the situation. Suddenly kissed me. Suddenly and made the two of her kissed me and when she said, and when she had the little stick in front of her kissed me, she had a kissed me, and she was making her kissed me, she had a little bit too much more than a kissing, she had a little bit of her mouth and she was talking, she had a kissed me, and she had a kissed me. After that the two of them lay down on the bed and started fucking. He lay on his back and she sat on his stick with her back to me. They didn't say anything. I just listened to their breathing and the beating of her body as she sat on that man's stick. They switched positions about three times until he got down on his knees on the bed and she started punching and sucking him until he made fun of her. After he made fun of us we were a bit embarrassed but he, showing that he already had some experience with that situation left his phone number and commented that he was not from the city but used to come often to work. He said that when we wanted to just call him that he would meet us at the hotel where he used to stay. He left the living room and left us alone. We got dressed and went to the dance floor. When we left the private wing we were embraced in a corner of the house and she came with her mouth very close to mine ... she began to breathe very slowly and whispered in my ear .... "Are you feeling the smell in my mouth ...?" I began to tremble with excitement again. "Do you like to feel that smell in your little wife?" To this day, I masturbate, remembering that feeling and those words.