Part of me jumped for joy that she was finally coming out of her self-cloistered mourning period brought on by her father’s death. Part of me dreade... the thought of some raging hormone driven teenage boy was going to do to my grand-daughter what I could not bring myself to do. His name was Rob. He was tall and very skinny, and seemed extremely bookish, almost nerdy. He was polite to a fault. Candy excused herself to go change into dry clothes, leaving us alone to talk. Not much was said early. It was just the kind of place she envisaged her children's nursery to be.She glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed under her breath. "Hell, I'm gonna be so late!"Angela chuckled. "Leave these pots and get yourself off, dear. I don't want Sue complaining that you're late. She's a stickler for punctuality."Nicole nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Angela. I'll see you later." Snatching a last slice of toast she dashed out of the kitchen door like a whirlwind.The old lady watched her leave. Yes,. She had tried to stop him and in the end he just stood there saying nothing while her mother cast all the blame at her. What was going to happen? A car door opened and Sara lifted her head to the window to see her Aunt Jill and Daryl tucking Kevin, the inebriated boyfriend, into the passenger seat of her car. How can she get mad at me when I saw her doing those things with her own sister? Sara asked herself. They closed the door on Kevin and Sara watched as Jill flipped open her cell phone and. And now, finally, I had time. I sat down in front of my computer and pulled up a sex story. As I began to read, I finally, finally, slipped hand into my skirt. I didn't let myself touch my clit, not yet. But I squeezed my pussy's lips, softly, gently. A few short hairs tickled my fingers, and a slight wetness already sliding against my fingers. A soft longing began lower down in my vagina, but I wasn't going anywhere near there yet. The man in the story got an errection, long and hard. I.