Steve didn't want to spoil their mood. So he knelt between them and pushed a latch behind an indentation under the front of the couch and the leading ...dge popped up."Oh," the two sighed and then they both bent over and spreading their feet apart for balance, grabbed the tubular frame with the intent to lift it up.But Steve had other ideas. They were so close, so warm. So inviting. So bent over.When they each had instinctively moved, their feet came resting against his thighs. He wrapped a hand. "Wet." he stated. "I bet you still want to cum, don't you, nigger?" Yes, Massa," she answered. "I shorely do wants to cum. But it ain't up to me no mo'. You is my Massa an' I is yo' nigga. I can't cum 'less you say I kin."He pushed his finger into her vagina and ran his thumb over her clit. Her legs trembled and she gasped as she felt pleasure from his touch. He continued to play with her sensitive private parts and she started to rub her pussy on his hand. Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his. You were absolutely stunning Gran. “Do you still... you know... do it?”“Since you granddad died no man has touched me. We had good times, he loved to see me having sex, and I loved it as well. But those days are past now.”“They don't have to be Gran. They don't have to be, honestly, they don't. I know I am only a kid, but I would fuck you in a heartbeat.”Brenda felt the old familiar itching in her groin. The sight of the bulge in Tommy's shorts, the sight of the old pictures, and the memories. We both talk about how quick everything happened and here we are planning our first trip. You are holding my left hand and my right hand is around you on your right shoulder. You are leaning on me. We already wear the two blankets as the AC only added to the chill. A quick glance around and I find everyone else is occupied in the movie.I look at you in the slight light coming from the gap in the curtain. Your eyes and moist lips in the shimmering light is too much to control. I bend over slowly.