He's back!

After helping her father with some passing chores before heading out for his shop. Sally knew she only had her grandpa to worry about, it wasn't long until even he was ready to depart. Sally was offering an extra hand, helping him slip his thin brandish jacket over his back and brown flat top hat to off r him cover from the shade.

"A shame Ill be leavin today. If Id known you'd be stayin in I would've told em folks my legs ain't what they used to be. You know how I like stayin home with my little plump marshmallow."

The old man takes this chance to reach forward, latching his thin lanky hands onto her hips. Pulling that supple tight body close to himself while Sally giggled innocently. Her breasts almost pop out from the pressure, those white gloves giving him more reason to cling to his young granddaughter. He gets a perfect glimpse of her rack almost bursting from those overall sides as they pressed deliciously against his chest. The shape of her breasts deform like two massive jiggly water balloons that press against a flat surface.

"Oh grandpa! That tickles.. stawp!"

Sally being the dumb little blonde she tends to be thinks nothing of those wrinkly old fingers feeling down to her curvy hips. He starts getting dangerously close to the side opening of her overalls where he could easily slip a hand in to cup a feel. His palms groping thar soft creamy smoothness with his bare palms would only make him want to stay longer but Sally pushes herself away just in knick of time. Ushering her grandpa to leave as the old man reluctantly let's go of her supple body and starts for the door.

"Take care okay grandpa!"

Were the last words he heard before the door opens and closes behind the old pervert. He'll most likely brag to his colleagues how he has the crown jewel of the village under the same roof. Sally let's out a sigh before fixing her breasts in, after sometime she goes to prepare for the orc's welcome which isn't long until.

After an hour perhaps two, a knock is heard at the front door. Sally rushing for the door only to be greeted with a familiar sight. The same orc from before stood with the same sweaty package in his hands. He uses his fat pot belly as support to keep the package suspended with his fat salami fingers wrapped around the edges. He appeared even more greasy from before, his skin oily and with a sickening green. He couldve at least gone home to wash up but apparently a bath wasn't something he heard of in months. There was an awful stench that reaches anyone's nose and even Sally's, it was so rancid and stale it made her gag slightly the first time but she tries so hard not to scrunch up her face. She swears her nose was on fire the entire time but she's handled rancid stenches before, only this one seemed much stronger.

"Oh little miss, are you alone?"

The stout looking orc steps closer only making his fat rolls jiggle and his stench stronger.

"gnh- i.. y-yeah.. I am!"

Poor Sally, not wanting to offend the greasy fat slob tries her best to keep a straight face. She even hides her arms behind her plump body, gripping her wrists tightly to hold back a gag while it causes her back to arch forward making her breasts pop out more.

[Jeez look at those puppies, feeling like I can sink my entire face between em. Who even goes around walking in such a skimpy outfit, and to think I got this little slut all to myself.]

"Well how about we begin?"

Wasting no time he walks right through giving Sally no time to hesitate. He came bare footed as most orcs, his feet filthy from walking around delivering packages and other mail. His lower half covered in nothing but a dirty loin cloth, it would be nearly impossible to hide his girth whenever it starts to expand. He kept himself pent up since this morning, who knows just how much thick jizz he'll be spilling this afternoon.