Then I grabbed her and pushed onto my bed. Full naked…I made her lie there on her belly; two pillows under her flat tummy and her round ass cheeks u... in the air. I slapped that sweet ass and her wet pussy. Laura moaned and spread her legs to give me better access and I made her soft buttocks a bit red; slapping them with my hand...Then I got out the huge Black Master; a nice thirteen inches dildo that Laura knew very well. I put some baby oil on the tip and started to push it inside her wanting. "You're my son-in-law. You shouldn't be doing this."I countered with "Well you're my son's grandmother and you shouldn't be doing him either but you don't hear me complaining." That seemed to shut her up. I then proceeded to explain my new agreement I had with her daughter and how I was free to fuck her as often as I wanted. She continued with her gruff attitude but it was her idea to pull over on the gravel road – "to avoid getting in an accident".Once parked, she complained about someone. I started with some simple scales and then transitioned into the slow and deliberate tones of Händel’s ‘Sarabande’ that I could lose myself in. It wasn’t loud and I intentionally kept the volume low so I could just focus on the music and shut out everyone around me. I moved from there into Lislevand’s ‘La Lucrèce’. I wasn’t specifically trying to be a downer but in the chaos of the Marvel home, I needed to calm my heart and mind. I was going to move to Bach’s ‘Chaconne’ when Mom laid a hand on. I was eighteen. You were my favourite teacher. I was no longer your student. You knew I liked you. And you liked me.’ I did like her, but it was in a platonic teacher-pupil way, I would not let myself be attracted to one of my students, especially one like Angelina who had so much ahead of her once she got out of the one-horse town where she grew up. ‘You said, ‘Come see me when you’re twenty-one.’ That was almost three years ago. Today is my birthday.’ My stomach jumped and my hands tensed.