There's this bump in my back," she observed, referring to Barbara's swelling belly pressing into her."You know better; call me Barbara, Collette. Do y...u know why you're being hugged?" Uh, no, not really." Because you got my bone headed son to play baseball again, that's why." Hey, I didn't do anything," Collette protested."Really? That's not how I heard it," Barbara replied with a grin.Collette immediately turned to give Sammy a suspicious look, but found that she'd turned away and was. I could feel his package grazing my ass every once in a while and it was definitely having its affects on me. He at one point started to pull the back of my extremely short skirt up and started grinding up against my bare ass. I quickly pushed the skirt down and pushed him back. Chris reached around my back, pulling me into him. His hand started wandering down to the point that it was just resting on my ass. I tried to pull his hand away, I promise I did, but it felt good to be touched. Then. That was her way.I continued my interview. "Was it cancer?"She nodded. "It was."That was all I needed to know. Now I had answers.The next year, I came home from school and found gram sitting in herfavourite cozy chair in the corner of out living room, knitting. I wasexcited to tell her about something I learned in school that day."We were talking about that movie Finding Nemo, and how he's a clown fishin it. Do you know about clown fish Gram?" Hm," she said studiously, "Do they wear big floppy. I'm cumming, Heather. Oh fuck, I don't believe it. Eight times in one fucking night. You're already killing me."Heather, laughing, rode up and down on the weakly dribbling cock. It wasn't much of an ejaculation but sperm was sperm. She milked his cock with her pussy but his dick became soft very quickly and fell out unexpectedly.Heather rolled off and to her side. She fondled the limp wet dick, saying, "Poor little guy. He looks all fucked out, Daddy." He was all fucked out at eight this.