Could you demonstrate the right one?" You probably just want to push it even more," she mock-complained. I didn't expect it when she grabbed my should...rs, and gave me a quick peck on the lips."Rats! Not the dreaded Grandma kiss!"Pamela laughed. "What kind of kiss did you want?" A boyfriend-type kiss."She was silent for a second. Or two. "I am not sure I am ready for that."I took her hand gently. "I'll wait. But I am serious."She didn't reply. By mutual consent we started walking again; I was. " That would be so kind of you," he said. "Are you sure you don't mind?"I hadn't imagined the signs I was getting from him, and this was confirmed when his hand starting rubbing my leg on the way back. It felt good too.We arrived at the villa. It was a nice one too - private pool, big garden, and not overlooked. I waited in the kitchen while he fetched his shopping, then lent out of the back door, and locked the car with my remote.The shopping never got put away. He just left it on the kitchen. However, the moment I pressed it in, Cameron winced in pain. "You okie?" I said."Yeah...," he replied hastefully, "I just didn’t think it would burn." Do you want me to keep doing this?" Yes. Don't stop. I've wanted this all night. I don’t care how much it stings."I kept pumping my dick between his smooth buns. Cameron eventually stopped wincing and started moaning slightly. "Fuck me harder!! Oh god fuck me." I kept thrusting, changing my speed from fast to slow every now adn then reaching. She gave my cock and balls a quick rub and squeeze. “Nice junk,” she whispered.I chuckled, “Thanks.”When I returned to the dining room, Paul asked, “So, Carl, have you ever been inside a barn?”“No, I haven’t,“ he replied.“Clara, give Carl a tour. We’ll go downstairs and I’ll write Earl a check for the lumber.”~~~We went downstairs into Paul’s office. He sat behind the desk and opened a drawer and withdrew a ledger and checkbook. I sat across the desk from him.He was in a chatty mood and told me.