A ?humph?? came out of ring as with perfect timing the doorbell rang.?Oh, that will be Tony!? She said sweetly. Then her tone dropped again ?He’s m... revenge, you cheating little prick.?Again I tried to lunge for her, but that fucking humbler! Arrrgh!She looked down at me with a twisted smile and then turned and slowly walked out of the room, making sure I got a good look at the back of her heels and stockings and her thong clad ass.I can’t describe the feeling of watching my wife look me in. Grandma wore a loose night shirt with nothingunderneath. It was here I found additional warmth and security, bound ontwo sides by their warm bodies, basking in the sensuous smells emanatingfrom their pores and crevices. I got to see Grandpa's cock hard often.And I would slide down low in the bed to get glimpses of Grandma's pussyand wonder at its size and workings. One day, about 2:00 in the afternoon, I could hear a calf bleatingin the barn. Grandma was downstairs baking some pies. I slipped. Come the next day, when I was waking up she wasn’t there. I got up, and realised that I was still naked. The sarong was nowhere to be found. So I slowly got up and found my way to the washroom. Well there it was my sarong, she has washed it already.So I washed my face, washed my penis which was all wet from all the foreplay and the saliva which was still there. I slowly went to explore the house since she wasnt seem to be there at the house.Her house was pretty neat, small yet pretty homey. I. “You always were a charmer. Charmed me, that’s for sure.”“I think the charms went both ways with us.”“So, what brings you way out here to the country? I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again.”“Why would you think that?”“Because I figured you thought I was some kind of whore. That’s what most people think.”“Oh no, no, no, Claire, don’t think that, I don’t think that. I don’t think that at all, please believe that.” Lonnie licked his lips and slid his butt forward on his chair. “I was.