I chuckled saying let’s wait a bit ok, mom is feeling low because of what happened and she needs us to be there for her, Nicole frowned but understo...d and I went back into her room to talk.When we came out of her room she wouldn’t look at Nicole face to face, I held up my hand to Nicole and she got what I was saying I hoped, she smiled saying nothing but mom was a bit upset.It wasn’t until later that evening before mom actually said something to her and when that happened it was like a damn. ‘Press it in all the way’, he whispered to me. I did until the entire length of my finger in his anal canal. He moaned. He felt warm, tight and smooth inside. I felt shaky and had to concentrate to hold my arm and hand still or I would have betrayed my nervous excitement. I could not speak. ‘I want you to now press the tip of my finger forward and up towards my cock, then slide it back and up in the direction of my naval to see if you are able to feel the prostrate gland.As I did so, he moaned. The a****l sensing the change stepped away again and the deeply embedded tool tore free, releasing a flood of his jism, and more pain in its passing. He walked to the corner of the room and collapsed to clean the still livid coloured tool having no further use for her now she had been serviced. His master knelt in his stead and thrust his own tool into the waterfall that was her sex. Well appointed Sylvester may have been but she hardly felt him in her violated orifice, he thrust wildly but. Suddenly, my mind began to race ... plot actually, I guess.Often, in the past, when I would be in my grandfather's bedroom while he was sleeping, he would always be in his underwear. I was sure that he'd be like that now. I quickly came to the conclusion that I'd surely be able to get a better look at his penis if he was only in his boxers than I had been able to get beneath his outer shorts and underwear. That was when I thought about going into his room. Heck, if he was sleeping sound enough,.