"You mean Andy? I know; thank you." No. I mean David; he's gone." What do you mean, 'He's gone'?"It was obvious that she couldn't comprehend the fact ...hat her husband was actually gone, and was confused."He's gone. He left town this morning, and he won't be coming back," answered Greg, slowly.Bonnie looked at Greg suspiciously. "Why would he do that? Everything he has is here, his family, his job, everything." Then with narrowed eyes, she asked, "What did you do?"Greg caught the look, and. “Mmmm. . . Take my panties off,” Sarah murmured. Mr. Wilson slipped off the young woman’s panties while taking turns kissing each thigh. He pressed down on her clitoris with his thumb, while nibbling on her protruding inner lips. Sarah wrapped her slender legs around his head, powerfully holding him in place. She began to pant rhythmically; her clitoris was swollen and on the verge of orgasm. Mr. Wilson flicked his tongue on her bulging button, back and forth and up and down. Sarah’s hips were. Elaine smiled and nodded. “He’s nice,” she said. “The blindfold idea is fantastic, Sarah. I feel so ... so vulnerable. Not threatened,” she added. “It’s like I’m at your mercy. He could do anything to me.”Then she groped for me, her fingers bumping against my dick.I groaned and pushed my fingers into Elaine’s short hair when Elaine’s tongue slid over the dome of my cock-head and my grandmother pressed her body against my flank, her breasts squashing between us. “Kiss me, darling,” she murmured. They were all staying with my grandparents who did live to far from my house. They were also very sporty so we got on well despite it only being the second time I had met them due to living half way across the world from each other.Greg, Theo and I were always out playing football and as I was on holiday from my studies we would spend all day at the park. We would talk girls and they would be bragging about how many they had been with and what they had done, although I wasn't sure they were.