Grandpa’s shed

Grandpa started using me as his special gratification toy early. Admittedly I had sort of started it. I used to sit on the floor in front of grandpa while he sat in his recliner and try to see his genitals up his shorts leg, and sometimes if he was sleeping I would reach my hand up his shorts leg and touch the tip of his penis with my finger. There were times when I would sit on his lap and I could feel his penis get hard and I would try to adjust or move so my pussy was right on top of it. I had a feeling that grandpa knew what I was doing from the beginning but he didn’t show it. One time while my grandma was out of state my grandpa got really drunk, which wasn’t uncommon, and he went to bed. I had snuck in his room often enough to reach under his boxers and play with him on a regular basis, but this time when I reached under his comforter, I realized that he wasn’t wearing boxers. Grandpa was laying there on his back only wearing his old tank top. I felt his sweaty cock and balls hanging between his legs running my fingers over them. I was excited because I had such easy access to him but I was nervous about getting caught. I walked back over to the the door and stood a little behind the door as though I was peeking into the room and said “grandpa, do you want a sandwich?” he didn’t move, so I tried “grandpa, are you hungry?” still no movement. Grandpa was out cold I had full access to his genitals. I crawled up on the opposite side of the bed and pulled the blankets back a little so I could crawl under them. It was a little harder to breathe under the blanket but it was doable. I moved towards grandpa using my phone as light unit my face was hovering over his genitals, they smelled wonderful, the blanket was like a perfect cave where I could play with his cock and bask in the smell of man.