1. Grandma Hackett Moves In…and Jessica Rubs One Out (Part 3)


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: Uncle Danny, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    quite revealing, but she only had a few things on her mind: get home to spend some time with Grandma, whose furthest thought from her mind would be her Grand-daughter’s outfit, and then, and more important, to spend some time with herself. The ride home was quick, and Jessica was home at exactly 4:15, as she had planned. That particular day, Grandma had gotten curious about how the construction of her new room was going, and to Jessica’s amazement, she was eagerly watching the construction workers building the addition to the house that would become her new room. “Hi, Grandma” Jessica said, announcing her arrival loudly to her Grandma, knowing that age had compromised her hearing. “How’s the construction going,” Jessica would ask. Jessica was secretly pleased that the conversation with Grandma would not have to compete with the TV show that she was usually watching. She would have a few more minutes alone. After a few more minutes, Jessica was ready to head upstairs. Grandma would be coming up soon after, but she assured Jessica that she would be heading into her room, and would not bother her. Jessica felt a little bad about that. “You’re never a bother to me,” she said. “I just love having you here.” It was indeed true that Jessica loved having her Grandmother living in the house, EXCEPT for when her Grandmother’s presence took away from the precious little time that she had to herself. Jessica needed to engage in a “ quiet” activity. Running the bath was out of the ...
    question with Grandma upstairs, so she had to come up with another plan. Jessica ran upstairs quickly into her room. She dropped her backpack by her bed, and off came her sweatshirt and sweatpants. As she did every day, Jessica stopped in front of the mirror on the wall to admire her body, which was getting more fit every day. “Damn, I look good,” Jessica would say, as she squeezed her tiny, bright pink nipples softly. Out came a shirt that she used to muffle her moans, but there was no time for the “secret box” today that contained her vibrator and other toys. Jessica turned out the lights in her room, pulled back her comforter, laid the towel on top of her bedsheet, which would catch the “leakage” that she seemed to always experience, and got to work. “God gave me strong fingers, and I’m going to use them,” Jessica said, as a wide grin appeared on her face. Today was not much different than any other. Although the vibrator remained in the box, she could not avoid the little tube of lube that made it easier (and much more fun) for her to massage herself. She gently rubbed her small breasts, which had been trapped under her shirt and her swimsuit all day. She was so excited to release them from their captivity. As she squeezed her nipples, she dreamt of a “special boy” who she wished to help her with her afternoon ritual. This made her squeeze even harder and moan even louder. Thank goodness she placed the pillow near her face. Her moans were particularly intense that day. Seeing as ...
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