Ever so slowly, the randy grandmother slid her oily palmdown the flat belly. She let her fingertips slip underthe bikini panties, and gently caressed ...he girl’s mons.With her other hand she loosened the ties at the side ofthe bikini panties. Almost imperceptibly, she folded thefront of the panties away from the young girl’s mound.We watched as the perfect adolescent triangle came intoour view. Just a few wisps of blonde fur and the top ofa well-defined slit. Again more oil and. I fell back against my pillow as I heard Gwen pause outside my door and listen into my room. “Please show me,” I pleaded into the darkness. Gwen’s shadow under the door shifted and the door handle turned. Gwen switched off the hallway light, leaving only the downstairs living room lights to illuminate her in the doorway. Her hair gleamed in the low light and I could see her 5’3” frame as she paused. She looked to her left and then pulled her tank top over her head and dropped it as she entered. I told Mike what was going on and that I needed him to lock us into the brig from the outside and cover for me on all calls. Then come back in about 90 minutes to let us out. Mike laughed as he said he'd be right there. Mike showed up and stuck his head in the door and said to have fun as he closed and locked the door. There would be no interruptions.I returned to the cell area to find Diane had already removed her blouse, and was in the process of taking off her bra. Her back was to me as I. But Mark could see that her cheeks were still flushed, her ears still reddened. "Which sketch do you want to paint?" The first one," Mark replied instantly. "It's magic."Samara nodded. "Now?" No," Mark replied. "Let's take a minute to catch our breaths. I need a glass of water."Samara blushed prettily, and then laughed her soft, breathy laugh. "I could use one too."Mark went to the kitchen, opening his cupboard to find two glasses. Samara picked up his sketch book, setting it on the island. She.