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We started this website in 2006 as a small dating site for men to meet horny Grannies for Sex.When I woke up the next morning I immediately thought about what had occurred. I saw near the cellar door in the kitchen some laundry that was piled neatly in a laundry basket. He also said that his mom was in the bathroom and would be coming down to make us breakfast. I unloaded everything this nineteen year old guy could muster. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and try to cool down. As I was going to leave Lois said she wanted to talk to me. She asked me to walk into a side entrance to the garage. She yelped for me to "just fuck me." I slid in to the hilt and then slid out and then back in. My cock was not completely soft so I pushed my come up as far as I could.I had put my underwear back on after being with Bobby's mom and her juices had dried on the hair near my balls. I saw on the mantelpiece over the fireplace in the living room that the time was A. In the basket was a pair of grey sweatpants that looked like a good fit for me. Bobby's mom came down the stairs and smiled and said to me, "Good morning." I responded in kind. I could not tell if I was streaming or spurting but she felt whatever I was giving. I heard Bobby come in through the back door and I heard Lois thank him. I had to think my cock down before entering the living room. It was Bobby's employer asked him to come in as soon as possible to fill in as there were two employees who had called in sick. There was a workbench with power tools there as Mr. I moved in a circular motion with my cock buried up to my balls. I lasted a full ten minutes until I dropped a load for the ages. My come was spilling out from around my cock while I was still inside of her. About one month later Bobby and I were out on a double date and he was driving. In my mind I figured that his mother was going to divorce his father. He said his mother told him she was about four weeks pregnant.We’re two sisters that live across the country from each other and think it’s really hard to meet new friends - like really good friends, not acquaintances. I lived in Florida and although the people were friendly and I was very active socially, and I did make friends, it was very transitory.We used to complain about it to each other and one day we decided we should stop complaining and do something about it. Now I live in New York and am still trying to find my niche in this community.