Let them see to your father.”Sally let herself be led to a rest room. She sat. Dazed. Uncomprehending. How had her mother moved that heavy chair? Sh... had been gone for 3 minutes at the most. She was only yards away. Her mother couldn’t possibly have moved the chair. She had difficulty in walking. How? How?The doctor appeared, solemn of face and sat beside her.“I am so sorry. I have to tell you that we couldn’t save either your mother or your father. We did our best for your mother, but we had. Besides, using that logic, where does green guacamole come in?”“Leave me alone. I’m granddad and we can have guacamole if I want to.” I looked up from my chopping. Suzi was leaning in the doorway wearing her usual red bandanna over her short blond hair. She had on a tight little nothing of a t-shirt that didn’t even come down to her waist, and her flat belly winked out at me through her clothes. Her blue bell bottom jeans made her look like a 60’s flower c***d, and she had on a pair of platform. So I was now there pulling on my raging cock and fingering Linda's pussy to the same rhythm. Adjusting my grip to delay my own orgasm until I could feel her legs clench around my hand, shortly afterwards releasing my cum over her heaving breasts. Linda reveled in the moment, using her fingers to gently massage cum into her breasts and then taste some, seductively licking her fingers, asking me, do you like watching me do this? I quickly replied yes of course. Linda then asked if I could manage. One of her hands roamed across his head, tousling his hair, holding his head to hers while their lips locked in an open-mouthed tongue wrestle. Her other hand dropped to wrap around his arse, trying to pull him closer to her. Martin’s hands now dropped to the back hem of her skimpy dress and dragged it up over the back of her thighs, It was now John’s chance to see the darker black band at the top of her stockings and the attached suspenders. Pulling her skirt even higher, Martin’s hands.