Memories of my grandfather

Hey, I caught myself today remembering how I started liking a big, fat jeba!
That was over forty years ago...
My grandparents lived in a small place in a seaside town. And every mid-year and year-end vacation, we all went there for a walk. I always woke up early, because the silence was broken by the rooster singing announcing the day, the birds in their nests, the calves calling for their mother. I woke up, got up and went to the kitchen, where my grandfather was already making coffee. He was a man of about 70 years old, thin, serious, and did not like to talk much. He always slept in a samba-song underwear, without a shirt because of the heat, and so he got up to make coffee every day.
I'm making a cup of coffee, milk, cheese, tapioca, and you sit down to taste your coffee and watch me eat. I start to taste my coffee, and inadvertently, I drop the fork that I used to slice the cheese. I lean down, lift the tablecloth, pick up the fork, and unintentionally look at my grandfather's legs. And I notice that the leg of his underwear is very loose, and something comes out. I get thoughtful... and my grandfather asks:
- What happened Carol...you were so quiet?
- Nothing is flying!
Then he unrolled his paper to make a cigarette and after that, he began to give long puffs. And I dropped the fork again, this time on purpose. I took another look at the "soft thing" hanging from the edge of my underwear. I got up and left. I spent the day playing with my brothers and cousins ... but every now and then I caught myself thinking about that "thing" that came out of my grandfather's underwear. Did the chicks of the boys also grow like this? Because my cousin Julio's chick, who was my age, was very small. Once I saw, when he went to pee out of the pool. The other day, I woke up earlier than my flight and I waited for him, sitting on the bench in the kitchen. I dragged his feet and his eye to his cave. I was not curious, he told me to put the fire there ... and every time I went to play with my coffee, I went to throw that thing in the water ... and every time I walked around, I was curious.
- Good morning to you!
- Good morning Carol, have you been here?
I woke up early and came straight for coffee, and to see you, he looked at me quickly and went on with his business, going back and forth, taking the dishes out of the closet, food out of the fridge and putting them on the table, and I looked hard at his underwear, how beautiful that dance was, it was like a waltz, here and there.
I'm glad he didn't notice anything! With the coffee ready, he sat down and started drinking his coffee. And I suddenly dropped my cup of milk and coffee. I got up quickly...so he could stay seated.
And I ran to get a cloth, and I slipped under the table, and I started to wipe the floor. And I kept looking at that snake staring at me... how beautiful his eyes were. They seemed to call me... I stopped cleaning the floor and I sat looking at the middle of my grandfather's legs. He was inert, he looked tired. I reached out to take my grandfather's "snake" and I found his eyes looking at me.
-What are you doing, girl?? I got up and ran out. Nossa!!! Almost grandpa would catch me...and now? If he asks something, what am I going to say?? I spent the day running away from him and the next day I didn't go early for coffee. I felt his eyes following me the whole time...until two days later, he cornered me in the room and asked:
- Carol, why didn't you come for coffee with me anymore? And I looked down, without answering anything. He held my hand, and took me to a bench in the garden. When we sat down, he said:
- Why didn't you come for coffee with me anymore, Carol? Tell the truth! As he was a very serious and quiet gentleman, I was ashamed of him! I didn't know what to answer. And I looked at the middle of his legs, which were covered by his work pants. But you could still see the room. And he was looking at me...
- I'm waiting for you, Carol!
-Do you really want to know? I was looking at his cock, which is no longer a cock, it looks more like a cock of this size, that of the boys is very small. That's it! He stood with his chin down, staring at me.
Okay, Carol, you can go, but don't forget to have coffee with me tomorrow.
I left quickly, and how the day went on! I'm crazy to arrive the next day to have coffee with my grandfather. After a sleepless night, the day finally came. I got up and went to the kitchen. As I didn't see my grandfather and the door was open, I went after him. I stopped quickly when I saw that he was going to take a piss, and I watched. He just lifted up the edge of his panties and pulled out a huge thing that created life by expelling the urine. I watched in wonder at my grandfather's paintbrush. Our ... while peeing! He just didn't finish it ... when it was finished, he was still holding it and looking at his <unk>ba<unk> paintbrush. Then he kept it and ran back and sat on the bench. When he came in, his eyes and his mouth smiled. He came close to me and he gave me a hug, and he stood on my head, and I just stood up and hugged his paintbrush.
- It's good that you came to have coffee with me. And went to put the water on the fire. In his wanderings through the kitchen, I noticed that the "dance" of the pinto of the I flew inside the panties, was bigger. It was no longer a soft pinto, it was a "galo" full of life! When he finished preparing everything, he sat down and dropped a spoon.
- Carol, my daughter grabbed it for me. I got up from the bench and slipped under the table to grab the spoon. I didn't even remember to grab the spoon, I was staring at the pin coming out of the pant leg. It wasn't soft and hanging like the other times. It reminded me of a snake I saw in a movie, moving its head up and down to give the pot. Its movements left me paralyzed. And I followed with my gaze... I got closer to it, quietly crawling. My eyes were in the middle of my grandfather's dove's palm... I rolled my eyes to look at him, but he didn't look at me. It was as if I wasn't there. And I went up and down... up and down. I sat, legs crossed, and I looked. I was so close that I saw a pigeon come out of its head... I didn't know its movements. He just stood in my mother's hand, and he didn't move.
- Good morning, Father, have you seen Carol?
"No darling, she hasn't been here yet", replied my grandfather. "Then I became more relaxed, because the huge tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the huge tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let my mother see me". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table wouldn't let me see my grandfather". "Then I became more relaxed, because the giant tablecloth on the table didn't let my grandfather see me".
I'm going to make you my wife, my granddaughter, whom my grandfather loves very much, and she'd bite my cricket, sticking her thumb in my mouth, which is delicious, I never thought my grandfather was such a jerk, I started to feel my body so soft that I felt chills going up and down until I thought I was going to die.
- I'm going to die! but please don't stop sucking me. how delicious! how good it is... and he opened my folds to stick his tongue inside my shovel. I grabbed his dove that was very hard and headed for my xana.
That's my grandfather talking.
- My dear grandfather, I swear that I can stand it. I just can't stand it anymore is my xana not to know your pigeon. Please I will! And he gently pushed his crown into my little hole, and he was pushing... pushing, until his head went in. I was so moist, that it was dripping from the sides and he had no difficulty in burying more. It just didn't go all in. Then he told me that it measured 25 x 7. Cross creed... he was enlarging me and entering... I was shivering and laughing, because the contact of his pigeon with my cricket was devastating. I enjoyed, many times in one climb! When he felt that he was going to laugh, he took it out of me and threw it into my mouth. It was bouncing.... an endless flow of white and creamy milk, almost transparent. Now he enjoyed it all day, because it was no longer so thick and thick.
It's too bad the holidays are over and I had to take my family back to the city, but don't worry, it's not over here.
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