She looked over at her brother, looking devasted and not even listening to her. "Hey," she said, putting her palm on his cheek as she scooted over. "I...'s not your fault." She said once more in a tender voice, looking deep into his eyes. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have…" she started saying, her words catching in her throat."It's both of our faults." Chris said, looking at his sister. "We shouldn't have done this." he croaked. "Looking at each other is one thing, but this…" he said in a weak. As I walked down the hall with thepaper in my hand, I didn’t know if the lump in my throatwas from fear or anticipation. This time, I knocked at the door and heard the man saycome in. His privacy curtains were open, so I mustered upmy courage and walked over to the bed and held out thepaper to him. He just sat there and smiled, and it wasalmost like he was reading my mind.“Please put the paper on the table,” he said. “I’ll readit later.” I was just getting. We slammed together. I started fucking her faster and faster. I could hear her breathing growing deeper and her moans steadily louder. I thought I heard her say she was going to come and with that thought couple with the thought that I was fucking my grandmother I yelped out, "Oh fuck Rita, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" It was also like saying "if you need me to stop now is the time to say something" but of course by this time neither of us had any intention of stopping. As I slammed my cock. As she moved along the table, she moved her hands down my chest, across my abdomen and paused briefly to give my cock a squeeze. Then she positioned herself at my feet. Judy worked my toes, my feet, my calves, and finally my thighs. Again, I was in heaven. This was so relaxing but at the same time so sexually exciting. I had never experienced anything like this in my entire life. Judy stopped and dipped below the table. I couldn't see her. “I have one special technique that I haven’t tried out.