Part I

My mother had remarried (again) when I was 18. One summer she wanted to travel with her new husband to Europe. He suggested that I stay with his parent on their farm house. This sounded terribly boring becuase I was a city girl nd loved to shop and hang out anf the local malls. I was a fahsionalable girl, always wearing miniskirt, high heels, and small revealing top. I had a gift for making men and boys drool. I had sex with many boys my age and even with some older men I had met online or at the mall.

I had a thing for older men but never told any of my friends, it was my secret and I had met a few oldermen for sex, I grew very fond of them.

When we arrived at the farmhouse it was shortly before my mom and her husband had to catch their flight so they dropped me off with a quick introduction then left. I met the grandmother, Janice who, was a very heavy set white older lady in her late 60's. Wearing a huge long flower dress, flat shoes, hair up in a messy bun.

She was sweet and smelled of moth balls and home cooking. She looked me over and turned red slightly as I was wearing a tight little black jean skirt, tight low cut tight white t-shirt with a pink flower on it, slip on 5" high heel shoes, lipgloss, hair long black and straight.

She asked me if I had any other types of clothing and I replied no, except for some tight shorts. She told me her husband can tak eme to the mall to buy some pants. She was then a little mean to me because of how I dressed. She gave me a tour of the house and showed me to my room. It was small and cute which was next to the husbands computer room/office area. We walked in and he closed out of whatever he was looking at and turned quickly to greet me. He stood up covering up his massive buldge in his coveralls. I looked down and turned red as my eyes went up to meet his. He was a tall man of 6 ft 3 in, somehwat heavy, bald, eye glasses, a few teeth, and to be honest was ugly.

He smiled and almost froze looking at me, the wife introduced us and said she had to go tend to the cooking. I stood there as he stared at my feet, legs, and ass. I walked around the room exploring everything while giving him a good look at me.

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