The sluts and the beer and the bar all disappeared-it was only us. But as awesome as it felt to get horny, I knew I couldn't. Kissing was one thing-bu... it led to only another. "Wren," I murmured. "I can't." He squeezed my boob. "Why?" "You know why." "C'mon." "No, Wren." "Don't it feel great?" "Of course. You know I love it." "I bet you haven't gotten tied down in months. Maybe years." A bloom of red spread across my face. "Nuh-uh!" "Uh-huh." "Is not." "Is so." We bickered like little kids. Dan climbed up onto the bed, and lifted Margot up so she was now on her hands and knees. Her luscious breasts dangled freely. Very carefully, Dan swung from above her. The belt curled around her side, the end snapping precisely on her nipple. He changed direction, and landed another blow across her other tit. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, but she refused to give in. Her ass burned, but she refused to give in. Her pussy yearned for his attention, she wanted to be fucked so badly her. I have fantasized about you and dreamt about you, even when I have been with someone else. I love you Nan.” “I know just how you feel my baby. You have been my fantasy for so long. I started to feel these things for you a while ago but you were too young, and I didn’t think anything could ever come of it. After all I am your Grandmother, but that doesn’t stop me having these feelings.” As I spoke to him, I slipped my hand up his leg at the bottom of his boxers and gently touched the head of. I kept thinking about that big hard cock and how good it would have felt slowly inching it’s way inside of me, his girth pushing out against me. I had so much pent up sexual energy inside of me. I kept thinking of what he must be doing at that fire while I brought myself to orgasm again and again . . . at least five times that night. I lost count. Although never completely satisfied with this alternate option, I finally stopped and drifted off to sleep there on the couch with a blanket pulled.