" Fair enough," said Krysta as she led the way inside. "But it is fantastic isn't it. Tell me you love it."A few minutes later they were in the warm. ...ump Cottage, a small brick and flint, tile roofed, building was tucked in beside the great brick tower of the pump. The living room was small but cosy. The kitchen led straight off it, built as an afterthought on the back of the building. Beside that another room served as a dining room."It's going to be a bit crowded, isn't it?" said Madeleine.. "Go a little more." my wife instructed.I carefully inched my way a little higher until I could feel the bottom her her right breast. My wife began to slide her hand down into her panties to play with herself."Try to go a little more. She won't wake up." my wife assured me.I crept up a little more until my middle and index finger landed on her nipple. I was there! This was crazy!!!"How far are you?" my wife asked."I am touching her nipple now." I told her.My wife let out a soft moan and began. ”“You don’t want me to drip all over the floor?”The confused mature woman jumped into life and sped to the rack of clean white towels, selecting the top one, she turned and held her hand out trying as best she could not to look at her grandson. Ross made no attempt to reach out and take the towel from the floundering hand as it edged towards his wet body until he felt the hand fleetingly touch his chest, recoiling immediately on contact. His grandmother stood no more than 2 feet away. Rather. Maggie moans and grabs Glens hair. It looks like she is grinding Glens face into her pussy. You feel Beth start undoing your pants. And a second later your cock is out and she is stroking away at it. She looks at you and smiles and then looks back to Maggie and Glen. Her hand feels great on your cock. Her small, soft hand is making you crazy. You move your hand from her bare ass and go down between her legs. She must like watching Maggie and Glen because she is dripping wet. You see her close.