"Grant! She has company!" Megan admonished Uncle Grant."Watch it, Megan Renee! I may have to punish you later! Come on, let's go into town and leave t...ese two lovebirds alone!" he ribbed all of us."What was that about?" Tray asked as they drove off in the Jeep."Uncle Grant and my mom are very 'indulgent', especially with sex," I explained."Do you mean that they allow... ?" he stammered."Me to fuck? Yes, you could say that! And then some!" I hinted."What do you mean by 'and then some'?" he. She remembered why she hated bars. “You don’t want the martinis here. They taste like paint-stripper,” a voice from next to her said. She shifted her body towards the deep voice and found herself looking at a young man. Nineteen, maybe twenty. But not a boy, that was certain. His eyes were clear, bright, intelligent. A beautiful suit, well cut for his athletic body. Well groomed, unlike almost every other man there. She smiled as she found herself wondering what was underneath that suit.. ”Michael just shook his head then he continued on with his story.“Me and my grandmother knew what time they would be home from work.So we planned it that they would find me in the living room fucking my grandmother which they did.To my amazement they were both to shocked to say anything and they both just sat on the sofa and watched as we fucked in various different positions.Then I walked up to my mother cum dripping from my cock and I rub my cock all over her cheeks.I then started to rub my. 'It's bad enough that I'm fucking my own son. I shouldn't seduce his friend too!' But her pussy was throbbing out a different tune and Alison grew hornier by the second as she thought of the delicious young cock bulging through Paul's underwear only feet away.With her back turned to Paul as she fetched a glass from the shelf, Alison deliberately loosened the sash of her robe, so that when she turned around, it would "accidentally" fall open."I can heat up the milk, if you want, Paul." No,.