“Thanks”, I said to Grandpa.“That’s okay. Are you and me talking again now?”“Maybe.”“Okay. Will you tell me what you and Dan have been...plotting?”I couldn’t help but smile a little.“We’ve been planning for the future”, I told him. “I’ll tell you all about it soon, I promise. And you’d better get your chequebook ready!”He grumbled about me costing him and arm and a leg as I was leaving, but I think he was actually quite pleased.The next day found us back at the Sheffield house of horrors. We. His hand slid over her bikini briefs and she felt his fingers rub between her legs. She could feel herself lubricating as a finger slipped inside her bikini and rubbed against her outer labia. He circled her lips before he found her clitoris and gently applied pressure. Brenda’s hand slipped inside his shorts, quickly coming across the dome of his erect penis. He was rock hard and fucking huge! Brenda’s heartbeat quickened as Max’s long fingers explored deep inside her cunt. He slid his finger. "I guess I'll have to make some extra for everyone then.. Do you like cream, and sugar in yours?" He grazed my cheek with his hand, and I could feel my pale face blush. "I like MILK and a little bit of sugar" and he mysteriously turns around and walks back toward the truck. As I'm walking back to the house, all I can think about is how moist my pussy is just from that 30 second encounter. And I can't help but slide my hand over my shaven pussy as I turn to close my front door. My clit starts to. ’ He tried not to let himself get too worked up as he followed her down the stairs. With Aaron in the house he knew he couldn’t really do anything, but he needed to talk to her, wanted to touch her. She was bent over at the waist, digging in the bottom of a cabinet when he walked into the kitchen. Those same little khaki shorts from a few days ago were pulled tight across her ass and he caught himself making a growling noise when he noticed they were so short her underwear were peeking out of.