I didn’t want to start telling people I didn’t remember things. Mom had already mentioned wanting me to talk to a counselor. If I had memory loss ...ssues ... I didn’t dare talk to a psychologist about being an old man in a young kid’s body. They’d lock me away.Well, one thing I remembered well enough was that kids talk on Facebook. My grandkids were on Facebook so I had an account just to keep track of them and their kids. I logged on and was happy to see that V2 had the same password as V1.. His mother just smiled and gave her permission knowing Josh was probably getting his ashes hauled by Mary Lou.My week off was over, and it was back to work. I had hoped Pat would have worked out a plan for her and Josh and be gone before I had to leave. But she hadn’t, and I could not in good conscience throw her out. I locked up my valuables and checkbook in my safe. I left her some cash for food and hoped for the best.Six days later, I came home and walked into the house. I stood agape as I. My hand was stroking with a smooth rhythm as well, and the sight of Sue doing this was too good to be true. I could feel myself getting very close to coming, so I slowed my strokes so I could enjoy the whole show.Sue must have been extremely turned on, as I began to hear her softly moan, as she rubbed herself between her legs. I watched as one, then two fingers disappear between her lips, and she began to move them in and out, slowly at first, and then the tempo increased. As I picked up the. And when the two girls would surely chant egg him on,,, well,,, I could see it would give him more reason to try bang my brains out. I knew that when he got in there and set things right, he’d let rip like a run-away jack-hammer. All through their exchanges my cock had remained semi-engorged, despite the ominous thread of their words. I was still being held with my arms back over my head, my back on the hood, my exposed loins thrust outwards, and my heels barely touching the ground. I was.