We're good. I pull the blanket over us. She is stroking me over my pants, squeezing out even more precum. I pull her pants down just enough so I can p...netrate her.I unzip my pants ever so quietly. She continues to stroke me while I do so. Finally we are both under the blanket, the blanket is thick so I whisper in her ear, "I want to see you". I then grab my phone and use the light to look at her smooth delight. She had worn frilly blue minimalist panties. She must have planned this. Her lips. “Is he a good fuck Helen? Is he really good? Can he fuck us both? I will die if I can’t have him. I am so wet.”Helen more turned on than ever, by another woman wanting Barry so much, and absolutely turned on by Monica’s tongue kissing her while Barry was fucking her, reached out for Monica and started returning her kisses as Barry increased his thrusts and momentum. Monica, suddenly realising she could control the situation for her own pleasure, broke away.She stood alongside the bed and. Linda and Virginia were very taken with Teresa Trevani who lived in Catania but had been trained at the University of Washington and had since divorced her no good husband, as Linda described him.Thursday evening Linda was excited about the going to the ranch on Friday. I was surprised to find out this was to be her first vacation in over ten years. Linda's schedule was so cleared that she said she could pack for us Friday morning but we went ahead and packed ourselves. At 8PM we drove Linda's. We had driven from her parent’s home, just outside of Kansas City and were going to be gone a week, just Kristy and me. She was my, soon to be, 14 year-old grand daughter, so pure and innocent as we started our trip anyway, that she didn’t even realize that I had molested her. It wasn’t planned, but I guess, most molestations usually aren’t. It was that damn storm that frightened her into my bed, and the rest, as they say, is history. Now I had gone off the deep end and was under her sexual.