"Don't worry mom," I said, "Peter in on a project site with his surveying company tomorrow and the next day and is staying over in Plainsville. He tol... be himself when we were hiding outside last night waiting for your signal."What about Susan?", Mom repeated."Susan is bright enough not to say anything. Do you really think she would want to advertise what's been going on? Just relax", I said and poured Mom another coffee. I must admit I did have a few brief fantasy thoughts about Grandma. Fingers rolling her nipples.“Oooh. No. Stop…” she mumbled. “no… please… stop” She could feel hot breath on her neck. A mouth began sucking her earlobe. More hands on her. Hands on her tits. Hands on her back, stomach and legs. Fingers working their way up between her legs.She found herself being eased forward. Bent forward.Her eyes rolled skyward. Her hands were guided by the wrists onto two thick warm throbbing cocks.Mr Jones held her head, the old man pulling her forward and he planted his. Everything in him froze. She looked so vulnerable, so afraid, but not of what he might do to her. No, she wanted that, it was clear to him then. Slowly, she crawled onto his lap, but instead of sitting on him as she usually did, she straddled him. She inched forward until her tiny breasts were against his chest. Her adorable face was looking up at him as she settled back, lowering her crotch onto his bulge. And yes, he was bulging. He wasn’t aware that he’d gotten so hard until she sat on it.. Which I totally agree. No other country women carry boobs as we do. Big, massive and perfectly shaped. He started getting close and invited me to his room, not hesitating I went in. I guess I wanted sex. That is exactly what my mind was telling.But I did not react well. Somewhere I wanted to be a one man’s property. That’s it, I finished my beer and went into my room to see my hubby sleeping with a woman. I slept in another. Next day my hubby went early. The boy sees that moment and barges into.