”Bill could not think of any way that what her mother was doing could be Taylor’s fault, “What do you mean it’s all your fault?”In between h...r sobs, Taylor managed to get the story out. “Ken told me how Mom teased him by showing him her tits and invited him over. He wanted to know if she was drunk and just being a tease. I made the mistake of telling him Mom was not teasing and was not drunk. I didn’t think he would do it. I thought he loved me.”Bill held his daughter tightly and hoped she did. John hesitated. Should he tell his grandfather what was going on? Slowly, he uttered his feelings out loud for the first time: “Well, Pop…for about ten months I’ve been getting these letters from a girl. And I’m kind of in love with her.” Pop raised an eyebrow, but John quickly brushed away that notion. “No, Pop, she’s not like a girlfriend or anything. I don’t even know who the letters are from. They’re addressed to me, and there are no other John Bartletts on board, but the letters are not. However, each time his fingers got close to her pussy, she now took a deep breath. Yep, she was loving it. He kept this up long enough for her to begin to expect it and then quickly stopped. He informed her that he would leave the room and she could roll over. With that, he left us alone for a moment. Katie had a look of pure ecstasy in her eyes. I am not sure if she was more excited by the massage or the fact that he was black. But the look on her face told me that she was going to belong to. I let loose a big shot of cum just as Charlene took me in on a downstroke. It must have surprised her because she swallowed it all in one gulp and then pulled right off me. A few last globs pulsed out as my cock started to shrink and fall back.Mary Jo explained about cum to Charlene then, but halfway through her explanation I heard her gasp."Move aside, I'm coming through," Suzanne whispered. I felt her hand on my cock; I figured she was going to tuck it in and put my pants back up.Instead, she.