I'll always stay the evening so he has company. My mother is working so sometimes I don't feel like being alone.On my last trip something kind of diff...rent happened. We ordered the pizza and we were playing gin rummy because that it the card game we like to play. A few hours had passed and my grandfather started to cry. He just sobbed and I didn't know what to do. I gave him a big hug and told him everything would be okay.We were embraced for a little while. That is when things got a little. She was having a great time, but I couldn’t breathe and was starting to feel my lungs burning-when her orgasm subsided and she let go of my head, I took one of the sweetest breaths of my life and moved on top of her. I figured after such an intense orgasm that she would be done, but as soon as I was on top of her, she reached down and slipped me inside of her while she kissed me. I was surprised, but just went with the flow, and fucked her with a smooth, steady rhythm. It had been about 2. That porch has the quintessential Southern requirement, a porch swing, and that’s where Jen and I wound up, sitting in the swing, hand-in-hand, with her head on my shoulder, not saying a word. It was quiet out here, with almost no traffic on the road. I could hear the cows lowing every once in a while, and the leaves in the trees when the breeze moved them, the slight creak of the porch swing chains, and Jennifer’s soft breathing. God was out here, too. I haven’t been very good about attending. "Holy shit!" Marshal said, startled. Completely forgetting how he wasdressed, he swung open the door to see the biggest ball of poofy clothhe'd ever laid eyes on. He was still feeling the wine, because it tookhim a moment to realize that there was a person under it all. The personwalked into the cabin, and began to remove layer after layer, until afemale figure started to emerge."Cari!" Marshal yelled, as she removed her ski mask."Oh my god Marshal. Is that you?" Cari said, amazed at.