Moreover, there was not any boxer or something under my shorts and my 7-inch dick was fully hard. I tried Shifting more to touch her ass with my dick....I, then, started grinding my Dick on her Ass. Then, I lifted her skirt to get a more defined view and to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties (she was slutty after all). She started grinding back on my dick, this activity of her gave me a little boost and I started lifting her top inch by inch.Her top was fully up and soon after a minute. No time was better than the present to finally fuck this amazing looking woman. I slid into her, and she felt amazing. Tight, warm, and very wet, I couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten. There would be no messy consequences, and it was free. I remembered the condom in my pants but decided she felt too nice to stop, and if it was ok with this gracious couple it was ok with me. I fucked her slowly, but deeply, pushing hard against her pelvis and the end of each thrust, and gradually built. I smile back and hand her the treat, and start pulling away towards the bus."Where's the old man?"I turn back, surprised."You knew my grandfather?" So he's your grandpa! You know, you kinda look a lot like him, where is he anyway," and then, "he's not sick, is he?" He died last week." Oh! I'm sorry." A stray tear escapes the rapid blinking of her bright blue eyes. She stood there, crying silently.I pulled my hands around her and hugged her to me, her shivering body silently shaking as quiet. And a more obnoxiously stuck-up, self-centered, social-climbing, brown-nosing ... well, you get the picture ... individual I had never met in my life. He was babbling away with Mrs. Thompson about the beauty of her daughters, and how it was a reflection of her beauty; the enormity of Mr. Thompson's business success and how he was a titan of industry; blah-blah-blah-blah-blah ... Needless to say, I was simply a fly-speck on his radar and, thus, beneath his notice. Francine seemed to put up with.