I remember," she laughed again. "How's the anger management coming along?" Don't ask me ... ask the guys." I was smiling again. We were having a pleas...nt and fun conversation despite some of the awkward moments."You can't be that bad ... they seem to like working for you," she said with a sly grin."That's good to know. I hate trying to be someone I'm not." You're not who I thought you were," she said in an unguarded moment.I looked at her carefully. I wasn't sure, but we had made some progress. Or so I thought.As I moved towards her bedroom I heard some noises and went to investigate. Her bedroom door was cracked enough where I could see in. I peeked in to see if she was ok and was shocked to see my grandmother lying on the bed with Roger on top of her thrusting away. A lump formed in my throat and I went to turn away. But I suddenly found I couldn't. I felt my palms get sweaty and a hole open in my stomach. My crotch started to tingle and for some reason I froze, watching this old. My wife and I initially had some great and almost regular sex. Like most cases though, this started to wane and almost became non existent. There were times when we did not have any intimate contact for up to 3 months. I know because I counted.So I needed to find an alternative way to get off. I had quite a few magazines with explicit pictures to bide me over. Some also had great stories of antics some people had gotten up to. Soon I discovered that reading these descriptive essays were very. She might have been experienced, but her pussy was still tight as a fist. She was so turned on that her pussy juice was running down his shaft over his balls. She waited until half of his cock was out of her before shoving herself back down. They both moaned. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she began to ride up and down on her father’s cock. Brad spread his legs as Nina narrowed hers, moving the girl between his thighs and pulling her down hard, getting more of himself into her..