”“Good,” she said, nodding, “but that’s what questions are for.”I took a deep breath and let it out. “I also didn’t want to seem ... p...shy or needy.”She held out her hand to me. “Who said you were the needy one?”I went to her and we climbed into the shower. For a moment we stood there under the hot water, holding hands and looking at one another. Holding her hand was nice but I wanted to touch more of her. It wasn’t sexual either. Maybe curiosity, maybe because she was so open and as naked as I. And I had to get through there. To get to the staircase that led up to the first floor. So I got closer. Carefully. And there she was. My granny. Getting fucked doggy stile by a guy my age. On the sofa. In the middle of the living room. Both totally lost in the act. My eyes nearly popped out. And I admit it, my dick got hard really hard.Watching my own granny getting fucked gave me a fucking erection. It was wrong terrible wrong. But it was hot. He fucked her slow, hard and deep. After every. We told them we needed to recover but if they really wanted more it could be arranged very quickly. They said yes and the text was sent. Within minutes there was a knock on the door and there stood Paul, Phil and John. They had been waiting in the pub just down the road. Our wives meanwhile were busy playing with each other again but when they saw 3 new hard cocks ready and waiting to fuck them they turned and started to stroke and suck them through the nylon of their pantyhose. Mark and I. ” To her.“What did you call me, shorty?”“You heard me,,,,,, Patty.”Patty quickly closed the distance to arm’s length then hissed:“I believe I’m taller than you, stubby.”“Jack, your temper has no bounds, sweetheart.” His mother had told him that once, she’d told him, their only child that a 100 times.“Your mother is right, Jack.” His father agreeing with her across the dinner table as he concentrated on his plate of food.“Why do I come to dinner with these people?” Silently to himself.“Yes,.