We just lay there, my cock deflating inside her. Finally I slowly pulled out of her and backed away. Her pussy, kind of farted and some of my cum leak...d out. It was pretty hot looking and I felt a stiring again but quickly zipped up. Reality struck me then. Did I just **** my grandmother? Was she going to call the police? What would people say? My Aunt, my mom, my father? My friends? MY girlfriend. Yes, I hadn't thought about her at all.My grandmother sat up then and covered herself by tying. "We are representatives of an interstate motorcycle gang called the Rose Skulls." I immediately recalled 'Rise Skellamins', the ill reported title that Leonard explained I was going to see right after he thrust my toy in me the first time. He went on, "This is Leonard. You are aware, now, that he is my brother by blood.....," the leader began to discreetly seethe as he talked, as if he only wanted me to see his apparent rage building inside him as he spoke, still, as calm as one in his. . A magazine .. Or something. That would be really cool of you." Daren lost eye contact half way through and ended up staring down at his own feet.John marveled at his son's bravery and stated plainly, "Sure son. And we can talk again whenever you feel up to it." Content with the conclusion, he continued up the stairs to check on his daughter.Daren didn't know if it was enough, but damn it, he tried. Once his father was gone, he got up to double check the living room for any more evidence and. Her hips swing and sway gently with every stride, it's just enough to cause a distraction, without being obscene. She is all woman, and there is no mistaking it. As she walks by I find my eyes riveted to her. I drink in her beauty and sense of style from head to toe and back again. She is wearing knee-high black leather boots, with the functional and funky chunky heel. A gray, burgundy and black tweed skirt that falls just above her knee, a black ribbed V neck sweater that shows her fluid.