Her other hand continued its ministrations down below. She worked her fingers over her clit then slipped them deep inside her heat. Her musky sweetnes... drifted on the night air. Her hips began writhing on the seat. Jack's breathing increased in tempo.She watched him rein in his tight control, watched the hard strength of his face as he fought the natural progression to drag her onto his lap and sink inside her. She knew what this was costing him and the knowledge further heightened her desire.. "Somebody told me you could pitch." He lifted an eyebrow. "That so?" Long time ago, at this private school when I was twelve, maybe thirteen. Everybody had to do sports, all the team sports, three a year." She wondered how he had found out, but knew people talked about her and her many lovers. There were rumors of lurid videos and deviant sexual practices that she studiously ignored. And there might even be a girl here from that expensive school."And you pitched?" Some." She nodded and. ”Carly got comfortable draping herself around Kevin.He gave her a gentle kiss then said: “War can give you bad feelings. Sometimes, the only way to get them out is to yell. That’s what your Grams is doing. She’s helping your Grandpa to feel better.”Carly nodded, then smiled mischievously and kissed him. “I know what I want to feel better.”“Is that right?” Kevin said as he rolled over onto her.She shot him a thousand-watt smile and nodded. “Uh-huh. I want to feel lots and lots better.”Kevin. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help, she thought.Mind made up, Kristin climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her.