So I wanted to best myself, I started to massage hershoulders and neck. She tossed her head to the side andsaid how good that felt.“I might ask ...ou to do that all over if you’re not in ahurry Billy,” grandma hinted.I told her I would gladly do it. I had nothing else todo and I had come out today to talk with her and to getthe vegetables she and grandpa had picked for me and myfamily. They pampered my wife and kids with all kindsof fresh fruits and vegetables.Grandma really. But over the door carved in a wooden plaque was "Spells 'R' Us". Spells 'R' Us? But the Spells 'R' Us Shop was only a really silly bull session story told by drunken Sorority girls to see exactly how gullible pledges were! Stupid tales of obnoxious Frat boys turned into pneumatic bimbos. She'd even sat in on a couple of sessions where sexy, bosomy Cheryl Masters had insisted that she had once been a Frat boy named Chad at the Delta Iota Kappa frat house. It was completely ridiculous of course,. The water splashed between us noisily and she moaned.It was too loud. We got out of the shower, leaving the water running (sorry, Earth) to mask our echoing lovemaking, and I threw one of her legs over the countertop to continue.I could feel myself finally ready to cum and pulled out of her to spill across her back - too late. It dripped out of her between her quaking legs as I held her against me.When we went back to my room, I had to change the sheets. The sweat from our lovemaking had soaked. Our sexual batteries were beginning to move towards overload. This being our first time here, it took a while to figure out the maze of halls and find a booth that look suitable and safe.A short time later we're in a booth and making ourselves comfortable. Found a good movie and began to make out. The sexual energy was almost arcing off our bodies. It had been years since we were this turned on and scared at the same time. It felt like being 17 again! Eventually, we broke our embrace. If we.