After some time her son was asleep and to accommodate him in the seat, she closed in into my side. Now the light had been off in the bus and bus was o... its full speed to Surat. Instead of wrapping, she wore the shawl like duppata, which also amazed me. But due to movement of the bus our body was touching from hands to thighs. This was now too much for me. I started brushing my thighs and tried to touch her had by folding my hands and other wise. By the time she was dozing but my man hood was. " It will be good for you, Pam and for our son. I want you to enjoy yourself." No, Ryan. It might be good but incest is taboo."In spite of his wife's protestations, Ryan went out of the bedroom. "I'll go and talk to Tom now."As her husband went out she shouted, "No Ryan, don't go." But he ignored her and went out.Pamela was worried. What if her son wanted to help her? Sexually?It was an hour before her husband came back to the bedroom. Pamela was eager to know what had transpired between her. Yes the sex was good, andwe had a lot of fun, especially doing kinky things, andit was with my grandpa that I first experienced thingslike water-sports, and some bondage. After a few monthsof relations, my grandfather also began to bring a fewof his friends, and we’d all fuck together, and itwould bring me much pleasure, but I didn’t consider anyof them to be likely mates. That is, until he broughtAndrew into the picture. Andrew was quite a lot younger than my grandpa, in facthe was. His body pinned her, his chest against her aching nipples, and he brought his mouth close to hers. She expected – and wanted - an aggressive kiss and leaned towards him, her lips seeking his. Nothing. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her, that annoying look of amusement playing all over his face. Christina again flushed with embarrassment and tried to get away from his grip. He shook his head slightly and she stilled. He nodded approvingly, quietly muttering, “good”.He abruptly turned.