As the days past we slowly started exploring each others bodys, like two people just beginning to learn about sex. And In a way we were. I was only 13...and had had only one sexually experience. She was 83 but she hadn't had sex with anyone but her husband, and he had died 63yrs before. One day she taught me how to kiss with open mouth, her tongue reaching out to play with mine. Another I opened the front of my pants and took her hand wrapping it around my hard cock. Rubbing her clit and slidding. She knew the unwritten rules as well as anyone. And she could leave whenever she wanted – Frank would escort any girl to the airport and personally put her on a plane home, with the flight paid for by the tourism board. He’d done it a number of times to get girls out, but they had to want it.Whatever she was avoiding at home must have been pretty bad.Still, I had a cardinal rule of non-interference. Who needs a drunk boat mechanic mucking around in their lives?That all changed at the Explorer’s. Your dad was fascinated by that for some reason. It must be a guy thing. I guess like father, like son.”“It’s so unbelievably sexy, mom. Your beautiful.”“Why thank you, Rick.”I almost came seeing this sight when I did it a couple of times, so I looked at the bed spread to calm myself down a little before a geyser erupted in my shorts. It wasn’t time for my big finale, yet. I pushed back in half way just to pull back and watch that spectacle again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided the next. I was really enjoying seeing Pallavi on the floor with her back arched and her pelvis gyrating, gasping in a desperate attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure. It was so fucking erotic, she was moaning with my middle & ring finger up deep navigating her wet pussy. I kept increasing the speed and kept ramming it in and out, as deep as it would go, as I inserted my third finger she begged me to slow down and held my hand firmly not allowing me to move it. She said Vinay please slow , it will hurt.