”My grandmother looked across the gap between us. “What do you think, Robert?”“I love you, gran,” I sighed. “I’ll do whatever you say.�...“What about me, Robert?” Elaine broke in, naked with her breasts cupped in her hands. “Could you get to love me too? Just a little.”A few moments later my grandmother lay sprawled on the sofa while Elaine slurped and slobbered at her sex.“Come here, darling,” gran groaned at me when I too had stripped bare. “Come closer and watch us. Watch Elaine licking me.. No, by the way she rocked her hips, there was another kind of escape the woman was craving."Do you want to orgasm?" Katrina asked.Jennifer didn't even ponder the question. Her body answered it for her. She moaned into her gag and nodded her head.Katrina smiled, "First, I must clean your room, and then we will see."'God, she is as bad as Alex, ' she thought. Now she the embers within her had been fanned by fantasy and her need had flared. The buzzing between her legs did nothing to satiate that. "New main squeeze?" she wanted to know."No, no. A young girl. I'll tell you about it when I get there."It was only two blocks to the Turner house, so we walked. I noticed Margarita's shoes, though, were in pretty bad shape. If we were going to be doing much walking, that would need to change.And she'd likely need some new clothes, too. Her skirt and blouse were OK, but that was it, for her wardrobe. There hadn't been anything extra around when I'd located those scraps of clothing at the little. There was a short period of silence until Golly said in a stage whisper: “Page 6!” Duncan flicked through his notes. “How many lovers have you had?” “I’ve lost count!” I lied. I’ve been married for 12 years and my husband had taken my virginity the year before. “How many?” He repeated himself, “Less than ten? More than ten?” “Ooh!” I squirmed. In my best Marilyn Monroe voice I told him, “A lot more than ten!” Golly gave me another large glass of wine. I was now boiling hot and feeling horny.