Not having anything but a towel in the bathroom ill prepared for that part I wrapped it around me and head to my room to get some clothes and then bac... to shower. Bad idea. I should have showered first but who knows if that would have changed anything. Opening the door I faced my grandmother’s face a smirk on it. “So what ya doing in there?” She pulled my towel off. Cum was still oozing from my head though more slowly. “I knew it.” She exclaimed. “Don’t tell mom,” I said “About you jerking off. She was a long, tall drink of water in one of those flower-child floor-length skirts and a halter top that, well, seemed undernourished in the cups. The hair was long and blonde -- but a shade dark enough that I didn't think it came from a bottle, especially given the reddish highlights. The face was, well, plain -- a little rabbity with buck teeth and freckles and not enough chin to keep it from being just slightly pouchy. She was about as different from Mona as you could get -- long and. It went from the "Fuck me, give me your big black dick" to a long "OOOOOOOO" that she makes when having an orgasm. I could tell Keith was close too and started really fucking her hard which made her start screaming Harder, Harder. His balls tightened up and you could start to see a river of his cum running out of her and dripping onto the bed. I looked down and unknowingly had came all over the floor in front of me so I stepped back into the hallway and walked back downstairs. As I could hear. Heisinger at first was dead set against it, joined by her new husband."They don't trust us, trust our diversity," she said. "Don't you remember, Amanda? That was the old mother's big point that first day in their nest. They think together, in harmony; we don't, in dissonance. That's a difference we certainly don't want to emphasize right now." You have a point, Alicia," Meiersdottir replied ruminatively."And this is such a key issue!" Heisinger continued, encouraged. "I mean, we invited them to.