“What exactly are you asking me?”He didn’t hesitate at all.“What I’m asking you is if you would like to have sex with my grandson?”There i... was, out in the open.“Several of the others have enjoyed his body or have watched the two of us together. Would you like to watch too?”I didn’t know what to say. Never have I even thought about sex with another male and now I was being offered a young boy as a sex partner or the opportunity to watch him and this grandfather have sex. I really didn’t know. Michaels had more in store for him. He didn't want to ruin it by shooting his load early.Mrs. Michaels' thrusts started slowly and lovingly but quickly became angry and punishing. Her fingertips dug into Ross' hips. The rod went all the way inside him each time she pushed her hips forward."You fucking like that, you faggot weirdo?" she asked breathlessly. "You like getting fucked like a bitch?"Mrs. Michaels gave Ross' bunghole one last thrust before pulling out. She unsnapped the strap-on dildo. Hayley smiled. ‘Very.’ She handed him a plate and they divided the food. While they ate, they chatted about Patrick’s most recent trip and Hayley’s job. After a little while, they set their plates on the coffee table. ‘So I guess we’ll call it a night,’ Patrick teased. ‘Time to go.’ ‘I don’t think so.’ Hayley leaned over him and kissed him. ‘Do you want me here or in my room?’ ‘Your room would be more comfortable. And there are fewer windows.’ ‘Good point.’ She led him into her room, where he. "I do want to see you. I love you Greg." I don't understand why." I knew what I was getting into. I knew you loved her." But I love you too," I cried."Are you sure?" she asked."God yes," I said. I mustered the courage to look up at her. "Yes I do." So you love both of us," said Sarah still looking out the window."Yes," I said, now looking back at the ground.Sarah stared out the window some more and then turned and looked at me."Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me."I didn't hesitate. I.