Two: Before you criticize me, walk a mile in my shoes. And if you still don't like what I'm doing, then deal with it. I'm not likely to change.Basical...y your opinion of me or my actions doesn't matter. I answer to God, my loved ones, my friends, and myself. I don't want or need and will not accept judgment by a bunch of do gooders, politically correct phonies, and hypocrites. They can judge me; I just won't pay any attention to them.Well, let's get on with the story. You can't understand all. Her panties were soaked through. “My, my. Somebody is a bit damp.” She bit her lip, reached down and pulled the silky fabric to one side. “Touch me.” A simple instruction. I began to stroke her swollen clit as she continued, her voice more breathy and strained. “As she was grinding on me I could actually feel her pubic bone pressing on mine. Then when I felt how hard your cock was I was suddenly aware you were aroused by the sight of her on top of me too. When she went down between my legs,. Kelly screamed into her Grandfathers neck as the full 8 inch length penetrated her young hole. Almost tearing the soft membrane which lined the tender young entrance, making little baby whimpers, as her little pussy convulsed in pain at the extreme intrusion of its sudden penetration.Slowly waves of immense pleasure rippled up from her swollen belly, electricity cascaded down from her frazzled brain to every nerve ending throughout her body.Kelly’s Grandfather could feel a gentle tremble. To return quietly to the house and silently slip in was easy. Teenagers deep in sexual throes aren't that easily detracted.Afterwards, Glenn never failed to feel awful, knowing there was no way to tag himself as any other than lecherous. But when the situation presented itself again, he never missed the chance.Over the next few years and as Heather hit her twentieth, several things struck him. One, as he had also realized years ago concerning his new bride ... Heather Faber could fuck! She.