The darkened room obscured our movements, my hand sought his foot, and as I touched it, I let me fingers linger, waiting for his acknowledgement, and ...hen he twitched his toes, we pressed our digits together, and I shifted and opened the way for his foot to slide in against the warm flesh of my buttocks and beyond.His foot silently caressed the flesh, clearly showing I was naked there, he sought my intimate opening, it was on offer, and he wanted to go inside.I withdrew my hand, leaving his. It was a glorious day, but for some reason Thomas seemed morose and sullen."What's wrong, Thomas?" Grace asked.He skipped a rock across the lagoon before saying, "I was just thinking." About what?"He sighed and said, "I was thinking how terrible it would be if I were here without you. I mean what if Dad and I were the only survivors and you weren't here? Worse, if something happened to you, I don't think I would want to live." Please, Sweetheart, don't say that," Grace said and pulled Thomas's. I took my hand off my hard cock and let it stick straight up. Her eyes were glued on my cock, as if she was mesmerized.“Like it, don’t you mom?” I asked.“Well to be honest, it is impressive. It is bigger than your dad’s cock,” she said.“Bigger than uncle Jack?” I asked.“How would I know?” She responded.“Oh, please mom, I know you and uncle Jack have been fucking for a long time, probably before dad died.” I said.“So, is my cock bigger than uncle Jack's?”“Uh, I don’t know, perhaps,” she. I nodded involuntarily. With that said, she slipped her hands up my shirt and underneath my bra, feeling and groping my chest. The only other time anyone has done this to me was at my seventeeth birthday party, playing Truth or Dare. It was certainly a nice feeling. A hand slipped into my jeans and I moaned lightly. She was touching me now. Touching my clit, and my wet pussy. I guess I was aroused because I could feel my juice soaking her fingers as she ran them along my smooth slit. ‘We.