Grandpa came over to the sofa and pulled me onto his lap and with one hand brushed his hand over my titties, and the other hand was stroking my hair. ...He kept telling me how I was his good girl, and how proud he was of me. I loved it when Grandpa and I had cuddles like this. I knew he loved me.My uncle and Grandpas friend came back into the lounge with their arms full of various items. I tried to back away – but Grandpa kept me tight.I started to sob, as I just knew that my cunny was going. It is easy to wash me, not my laundry. She handed me a towel, pointed out the shower, and said, “Give me five minutes.” As I washed, I hoped she would not change as I wanted to unwrap her. When I got out, she was dressed, but in a long robe. Damn, I wanted to let those breasts fold out from her bra, and to play with her panties on for a while. I was also afraid of perfume…hard to get that off. As I went to her, she reached out, smelled fresh but no perfume, and led me to the couch. She had. It took a little while for the white shirts and the black pants to get taken off and neatly folded on the dresser. When both men were naked, they moved to the bed. The women had a good look, neither having seen the other’s husband naked before.“Now is this going to take a long time ?”, asked Barbara who always had something to say“Oh..Oh..I don’t know”, replied Edith blushing,”I’ve never seen a complete session”. “Well you’re ahead of me. I haven’t seen Henry in anything”, laughed Barbara“Once. He looked at me with a massive grin lighting up his pretty face, and a stare so intense I felt he was looking into my brain. I wanted to tell him properly that I loved him, but again something stopped me, despite being drunk on lust.“Surprise.” He whispered and his smile grew larger. I didn’t know what he meant at first. He just sat there smiling at me. Then I felt it, I was filling up with more warmth and a pleasant pressure in my guts. He was pissing in me.“Oh fuck master! Thank you!” I.