" Oh, sometimes when I am lonely, when I too am horny you know?" She looked at me again. "I will use a toy to pleasure myself? Or just my fingers, ...erhaps when I am in the shower, or in bed alone at night. But it is just not the same as a man being there. Not just the hard cock," she smiled at me. "That is always nice, I love a cock in me, the feel of it, and the knowing he wants me, that he wants to come inside me!" She blushed again, but continued. "But the attention of the man, his. Don't get me wrong, we weren't that close. We were probably about 20 yards away.I looked over at Lidia, and I...I think she was touching herself. I'm not sure, but I couldn't see her hand.I was more then a little inclined to do it myself. I may have pushed on myself a couple of times as we watched.Other people were. Stepping forward to the first guy on his knees. He was sucking them in turn. One guy was roughly pumping inside his mouth...he coughed and gagged, but the guy kept pumping. Finally. He knew his dad was working, but wasn’t sure about his mother. He threw on his jeans, forcing them over the hard on that was jutting his underwear out, and went upstairs. Both his parents’ cars were gone from the driveway. He went up the next set of stairs and looked in their room. Empty. He didn’t know when his mom would be back, but he wanted to take advantage anyway. He had a feeling Amy wouldn’t mind. Jeff went into the bathroom, which was beside Amy’s room, and took off his jeans and. That boy has inherited the forgetfulness gene from his mother. Yes, you're right. Peter is another of my grandchildren. I, I mean we, have 7 grandchildren in all. How many children, you ask? Let's see. Helen had 2 girls, Beatrice and Valerie. Joan had a boy and a girl, Joseph and Jeanette. And Vicky had 4 girls, the twins Susannah and Serena, and Johannah and Roberta. So I guess I'm the proud father of 8.Oh, you didn't know about Vicky? Surely you must remember her, the wannabe model who.