" Do you think Frank would think I'm a slut if I wanted him to do things with me?" I shook my head. "I've only known him for two days, but I really li...e him. You guys are always goofing around and it makes me a little jealous." You can do whatever you want to, Erin. If you want to fool around with Frank, go for it. I don't think he'll think you're a slut or anything. I know he's afraid of making you mad or hurting you." Why? Doesn't he know I like him?" Like you said, he's shy. He's never done. She said that she is happily married and does not want to deviate from marriage and all sort of stuff like that. I said that neither I had any plans to have any sort of relationship with her. But she admitted that she is addicted to talking to me and she can’t spend a day without talking to me. Even I felt the same but I did not convey it to her. After a few days I asked her if I could come to Chennai and meet her. She was reluctant at first but after lot of pressure she said yes.I took a week. Hory helped to wash the dishes. I cleaned up Grandpa after dinner. He grabbed my breasts. Hory caught him at it.“Don’t touch her, Gramps!”Regis took his hand off my dress and sulked. Hory put his great-grandfather in his room early. He latched it shut and came to me.“You will sleep with me, tonight.”Blood rushed to my face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go into town.”“You will give me a fuck every night until you can.” My son whispered. Had he learned what Regis knew?The words he used last night had. Sliding my hands to her hips I held her as, urgently, she guided my rigid cock to its rightful home. I thrust hard and deep once, twice, thrice in a white hot burst of passion. My hands were clutching and kneading her tits. She was moaning, her fingers digging into my buttocks urging me ever deeper. I had lost control. My hands slid round her waist and down to grasp the cheeks of her arse. I pulled her to me as four, five, six times I hammered into her. I was thrusting frantically. She lifted.