“OK, girls, the main problem is that you’re wearing black and people can’t see all your nice contours in black.” I explained as I handed them each a pair of leggings. “THEN you go and cover yourself with a too-long t-shirt! So- light colors and short shirts, for starters.” They all pulled on their leggings and Roxy reached in and spread her vulva and pulled the crotch seam into her slit as I had taught her. “Perfect, Roxy!” I praised and she beamed. “That’s what I’m talking about! Leggings were made for you to show off your vulva!
Now, look at Sarah’s- hers are WAY too baggy because they don’t pull into her butt well enough. Here- try these…” and I handed her a smaller size pink pair. Abby looked up smiling mischieviously, “I don’t know how to do that- can you help me, Grandpa?” Rachel pulled hers out of her crotch and looked up with a feigned look of frustration, “Yeah! Me too, Grandpa, I can’t DO it!” Sarah looked at them both and caught on, “Me too, Grampa! Can you fix my vulva for me?”
“Oh, all right, you bunch of helpless babies!” I reached around Rachel from behind and looked over her shoulder. “First of all, pull the legs up as high as you can…” I reached down on each of Rachel’s legs, grabbed the material at the top of her thighs and pulled it up into her crotch. “M,mm” she hummed. “Then reach in the top and take two fingers and spread your labia wide…” “MM,mmm!” Rachel responded, “and pull the seam up into your vulva like this…” I pulled my hand out and reached down and rubbed her now distinct camel toe.
“MM,mm, Grandpa…” she moaned. “Then pull your butt cheeks apart…” I turned her around and reached into her leggings with both hands. I gingerly cupped her young, round ass and separated her already separate cheeks and pulled the crotch seam high into her ass. “Now, to finish it off, put on these suspenders. They will keep your leggings up nice and tight.” The grey leggings looked like they were painted on! “And pull the leggings up as high as you can! There you go!” I gave her little bubble-butt a gentle slap. She looked down at her pussy, “Oh, wow! Look at my vul- I mean- camel toe!” She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror. “THAT, baby girl, is how you wear leggings!” I praised.
“My turn!” Abby claimed as she turned her back to me. “H,mm” I said. “These are too small for you. See, you can pull them up your legs like this,” I pulled each leg up into her crotch. I could feel her hot, steamy snatch through the material. “but it’s too tight to go into your butt! Here… try these…” and I gave her a yellow pair one size larger. The ones she took off had a wet patch in the middle of the crotch. She pulled the legs up tight and turned her back to me again, “Do my vulva, Grandpa…” I pulled her leggings open at the waist and she pulled in her belly to watch. I slowly ran my hand down her belly, giving her what she wanted. “MM,mmm” she responded.
I reached further down over her mons and cupped it and pulled it tight to her pubis. “Oh, yesss…” she hissed. I could feel her clitoris getting hard. I separated her labia with my first and third finger and stroked her soaking wet inner labia with my middle finger. “Oh, Grandpa…” she moaned and her knees instinctivly widened and her pelvis tilted forward urging my digit into her love hole. I slowly slid my finger deep into her pussy. “MMMMM,mmm!” Being in a perpetual state of arousal I knew she wouldn’t last long.
I pulled my finger out and up to her clit, circled it and drove it back into her sopping love tunnel. I did that again two more times and that was it. “H’MM,mmmm——H’MM,mmm—–H’Mmm…” Her body went stiff, she grabbed my arm with both hands and humped my finger. Her tight little pussy grabbed hold of my finger. Her cunt juices’ aroma filled the air.
Panting, she slowly eased her grip and I slid my finger out of her hole. I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled her musky sweet juices. I licked the sweet nectar of her honey pot from my hand. I got a tissue out of my pocket and reached down and wiped up her cunt slobber. I finished adjusting her her leggings and we admired her form in the mirror. “That’s a fine looking ‘toe you got there, baby girl!” I complimented. She turned around and gave me a big hug. “Thanks for helping me with my leggings, Grandpa! You “fixed” my vulva really GOOD!”
“Now do ME, Grampa!” Sarah demanded eagerly. She had taken her leggings off completely so I suggested she try the pink ones that were too small for Abby. She pulled the legs up high to her crotch. “How am I doing, Grampa?” I couldn’t stop staring at her erect clit poking out of her cunt slit.
“You’re doing very well, baby girl!” she turned around and leaned her back against me.
“OK, lets pull them up nice and tight…” I started.
“OW! Grampa! You’re squishing my clitty!” Sarah whined. I looked down and sure enough it looked painfully confined next to the thick seam of the leggings.
“H,mm,” I pondered, “Your lovely big clitoris is causing an issue…” I said as I reached into her leggings and cupped my hand over it. She softly moaned, “M,mm..”
“I have an idea!” I said and I reached into my pocket for my pen-knife. I did a quick calculation of the location of her clit in relation to the leggings crotch and cut a small hole in the material. “OK, let’s spread your pretty little labia apart…” I spread with one hand and pulled on the waistband with the other- lining up the hole with her clit.
“There!” I pronounced, “Does that feel better?” I asked as we both admired her hot little cameltoe in the mirror. Her bright pink clitoris was almost the same color as her leggings and it just looked like a fold in the material. If you got down and looked closely you could see that it was not so. “Yes! My clitty isn’t squished! Thank you, Grampa! You know how to fix EVERYTHING!” She grabbed me around the waist and gave me a strong hug. “OW!” She let go abruptly, cupping her hands on her breasts, frowning. “I don’t know if I LIKE having boobies! They HURT all the time…” she complained.
“That’s just normal, baby girl. When they stop growing they will stop hurting. You just have to be careful- kind of like testicles: ‘they’re delicate’!” I turned her around and very gently cupped her mammary mounds in my warm hands. “M’mm, that feels good, Grampa…” and she lay her hands on top of mine.
I reached for the pile of tops I had selected. “OK, let’s see what we have for tops… Here, Sarah…” I handed her a yellow, cropped tank top- a size too big. She slipped it over her head. ‘Perfect’ I thought. It left her tummy exposed and the neck and arm openings allowed peeks at her blossoming boobs while still covering them. Another tank top I had picked up had a floral design on the front and a nice see-through floral lace on the back. I handed it to Abby, “Here, baby girl, this will go perfectly with your leggings- the lace goes on the front.” I lied. She pulled it on. It came down to her waist and the lace left little to the imagination. Her pink nipples peeked from behind the white lace.
For Rachel I found a pale green fishnet cropped tee that was intended to be worn over a tank top. I gave it to her, “But Grandpa…” she started and then looked up and grinned and quickly put it on. She put her shoulders back and turned and admired herself in the mirror. She cupped her lovely domed mammaries in her hands and smiled, “Ooo, you can see my puffy nipples, Grandpa, thank you!” Roxy was looking at me wide-eyed- her hands clasped together in front of her mouth- bouncing excitedly on her toes.
Her balloon-like hooters echoed each bounce. I paused and stared at them, smiling. “GRANDPA!” she scolded and grabbed her boobs and stopped bouncing. She took her right hand off her boob and reached up and playfully slapped my cheek. “It’s not polite to stare!” she said, grinning. I gave her a spandex yoga top to try on. She pulled it on over her head. It clung nicely to her form but it ‘pinched’ her boobs together and gave her what I call a “uni-boob”. “No, Roxy, that’s no good. Here, try this one…”
It was a white tank with silk-like material and spandex. It, too, was cut low and had ample arm openings. It hugged her tits perfectly without pinching and her hard nipples stood out proudly under it. It was thin enough to reveal the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Her suspenders stretched around the outside of her boobs. “Well, I get the feeling I’m looking nice in this top, huh, Grandpa?— Grandpa!” I was totally engrosed in her perfect tits. “OH! Yes, baby girl, they look- er I mean- you look stunning!” “No kidding!” she said, grinning at my crotch. I looked down to see my man-meat pointing up at her from under my shorts leg. “Rachel! I think it’s milking time!”
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