Whatever. As soon as she returned, she planned to contact her realtor about selling the old place. She’d sell cheap to the first person who showed t...e slightest interest, just to get it off of her hands. Someone had been kind enough to clear the grounds around the house. She felt as if she were expected. Rose bushes cloaked in blood red blooms climbed trellises barely hanging onto the sides of the house. It appeared that someone had been taking care of them, yet no car had been down the. ." Be quiet. Up to my room." On the way into the hall she spoke over hershoulder to his mother: "I'll get him ready for church, which may take ustwenty minutes of re-thinking. You get yourself ready, dear."It was a dreadful walk up the staircase, especially since Roger had beentold to be quiet, so he couldn't try to explain how ashamed his clotheswere making him feel. He wasn't looking forward to Grandma Valerie givinghim a piece of her mind. She was terrible when she made him sit on herlow. Back in your room, you’re pacing. Your excitement is palpable but so are your nerves and the bottle of wine you brought to the room earlier in the day is helping tame one and inflame the other. You reach under your dress to touch your pussy’s wetness, the third time you’ve done it since returning. It’s 10:46 and you quickly check yourself in the mirror. A last minute thought, you slip off your panties and bra, readjusting your dress to hide the fact. You lower the lighting a little for just the. She got up and went up the stairs to her bedroom while I sat there waiting on her. When she came back down about 5 minutes later, she was wearing just a small white robe, clearly nothing under it and was barefoot too.She sat down next to me and grabbed a scrap book from under the coffee table and started showing me some pix of her and Steve, etc., etc.. She kept getting closer to me and when she placed the book in my lap to see a certain pix, I felt her hand, under it and against my cock albeit.