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Inside Grandpa's Toolshed

Date: 11/24/2015, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: billy69boy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

like it was just made. "Good morning, Grandpa," I said, as I greeted him with a curtsey and a smile. "Morning?" "Morning!" he repeated, in case I didn't hear him the first time. "It's damn near noon already c***d!" he yelled, sounding very annoyed at me. "Now take that broom and sweep up the sawdust," he ordered. As I started, I was rather disappointed that Grandpa didn't even seem to notice my sexy outfit. But I did tell him I would help him in the shed, and so I figured I might as well get to work. I looked over and saw that he was standing at his workbench. It looked like he was greasing up Grandma's gardening tools. His back was facing me and he made no attempt to talk to me. I was feeling guilty by then, I don't quite know why. But the tingling I had felt between my legs had gone away, that's for sure. He called it a 'shed', but it was more like the size of a garage. It had a big workbench and there were different tools hung on the walls, as well as machines lined up in a row: his lawn mower, snow blower, edger, leaf blower, and some equipment I didn't recognize. The walls were high, but there were no windows; just the double door in the front. I still didn't know what he was doing all morning out there, but it seemed like there was sawdust everywhere. I kept sweeping it into piles, but I didn't dare say anything, sensing his grumpy mood. Finally he turned toward me and nodded his head towards a pegboard loaded with tons of small tools like screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers ... and stuff. "There's a dustpan hanging on the wall. You can pick up your sawdust piles and dump them in that can over there," he instructed. I did as I was told and I barely noticed that he seemed to watch me every time I bent over to scoop up another pile. I figured he was looking down my blouse to catch a glimpse of my firm little titties, but he said nothing. I couldn't help but notice that it looked like there was a bulge growing in his baggy old man shorts, but I wasn't positive. "All done!" I declared proudly as I lifted up my blouse and wiped my damp face with it. It was hot in the shed, and no air was moving inside. I don't know if Grandpa saw what I had done, but I had sweat running into my eyes, and I had to do something. "See all those jars full of nails and screws?" he asked me, pointing to the tons of jars sitting at the back of the workbench. "I want you to organize them according to size and line them up neatly," he instructed. He took a seat behind me and started working on the lawn mower. I couldn't see where his eyes were because I was too busy reaching across the workbench and grabbing the jars. I could feel my short little skirt rise up each time I reached for another jar, exposing half of my ass cheeks, and most of my pink thong. I had to stand on my tiptoes in order to reach the jars, and I figured he was watching my every move. I didn't dwell on it because I was concentrating on my job. At least I wasn't sweating as much now. I noticed a twitching in my ...