Jorge was from Mexico’s heartland. He grew up on his family’s ranch working from the time he could walk. Because of the hard labor and healthy living Jorge was in very good shape for a man in his 60s. Since he never knew his exact birthday, Jorge would tell everyone he was 21. Jorge grew up with the very traditional farming community values. He got married at a young age, he raised strong boys to help him with the farm, and he gave to his community whenever the church asked. Yet his wife died at a young and his boys left to seek their future in the United States. After 20 years they are citizens and have steady jobs. His oldest son, Marcos did all paperwork so his Jorge could come to stay with Marco and Marco’s family.
Jorge waited in the airport terminal for his son and his son’s family. Two hours later, Marcos arrived with the whole family in tow. Jorge met his daughter-in-law and his three granddaughters for the first time. Georgina was a beautiful dark skinned half Filipina, half Mexican girl. She was a little on the chucky side but very voluptuous. Jorge saw the resemblance in her daughters. They were the splitting image of their mother but younger and thinner. All four women were Americanized and wore tiny outfits. Jorge blushed as each one hugged him. The family swept Jorge to his new home.
It was hard for Jorge to get used to this new life. Everything was so modern and hi tech. He wasn’t allowed to do chores around the house and nobody would hire him had no skills. He was bored because he had nothing to do and nothing in common with his daughter-in-law or granddaughters. Besides they seemed a bit flakey and too bubbly for his tastes. They reminded Jorge of the dumb actresses he watched in the movie theater back home. Jorge finally convinced Marcos to fire the gardeners so Jorge could have something to do throughout the day.
One day Jorge was in the back yard tending to his garden when Luz the oldest of the three granddaughters walked out. “Hi grampa,” she called out to him. He smiled at waved back. She was wearing her tiny robe, sunglasses and had two glasses of lemonade. Jorge’s cock jumped to attention. Luz was very attractive. She had long firm shapely legs and a beautifully natural tanned body. She had a pair shaped body with wide hips a skinny waist and nice firm little tits. Luz loved to wear the tightest short shorts or miniskirts that showed off her ass perfect. “Grampa come over and have some lemonade,” she called. Jorge just smiled because he knew no English. Luz waved him over with her hand.
Jorge sat next to his granddaughter who rambled on continuously in English. He just smiled at nodded his head toward her every now and again. Luz finally put a bottle of lotion in his hand and indicated that she wanted his help. Jorge nodded that he understood and pour some lotion into his hand. Luz’s next actions left stun Jorge and left him gawking like a schoolboy. She stood up and took off her robe. Jorge saw Luz in the tiniest white g string thong he had ever seen. Well he had never seen a bathing suit much less a thong bikini. It was very thin and somewhat transparent. He could make out every detail of his young granddaughter’s body. Her full 28c were firm and perky with areolas were as big as half dollars. He looked down at her crotch and through the material could make out a tiny little bald pussy. Luz lied on her stomach and put her chin on her hands. She looked almost naked except for the tiny bow which was tied around her neck and the two pieces of string that made up the back of her bikini bottom.