My Grandpa and I have been going fishing for most of my life. But my most favorite memory of Grandpa was when I was small enough to sit on his knee. Grandpa would always pick me up first thing in the morning in his old rusted pick-up truck and drive down to the river. We would grab our fishing poles and the bait to make our way down threw the grassy meadow to our favorite spot. After we got ourselves set up for a good day of fishing, he would always have me in his lap. I would be sitting in between his legs where he would help me hold that fishing pole correctly. When I got the hang of it, Grandpa’s hands would slowly make their way to unbutton my shorts.Then he would slide down underneath my panty to reach my bald pussy. His touch was so gentle that I would cum a lot all threw out that day. I would cum so hard that I accidentally drop my fishing pole because I would be shaking that hard while I was cumming on his hand. After that I started begging Grandpa to cum with him on every fishing trip. ~wink~
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