” she whispered. I looked at her, quizzically. “It’s your turn to clean me up!” she said, more sharply, this time. About to object, I realized...from the tone of voice, that the matter was not up for discussion, and timidly replied, “Yes Mistress.” “I’ll do my part! You do yours!” she said flipping around so her recently used pussy was directly over my head, and my semi-soft penis was right under hers. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I separated her ass cheeks and tentatively extended my. Alone now, in that huge bed. Perhaps she’d been watching the TV, or listening to the radio. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers.Her breathing is quiet. Her head still on the pillow. One arm stretched out to where He is not. Is she how I imagined her? Perhaps. Her hair has a faded loveliness, pale as the moonlight. Her lips, parted, remain full, soft, damp. Her neck long; lined with the years but not that of the middle-aged woman that she is. Her. ”Kathryn asked first, “You mean you know that we sleep together.”Grandma says. “JJ, I saw your room, what's more I saw your bathroom, and it’s certainly not the room of a bachelor, especially not one eighteen years old. Anyone could look at the two of you and tell you're absolutely miserable without the other. Remember that, how you feel right now. If you ever think you'd be better off without the other.”Kathryn and I look at each other before we say simultaneously. “Yes grandma, we know.” We. ". I lay back andopened wide for him, I'm sure if I had refused he wouldhave ****d me then and there (but how do you **** awilling partner?). As he re-entered me with his beautifullong penis I wrapped my legs around his waist and put myhands on his hairy chest as he leaned toward me pushingthat beautiful piece of man-meat back into me, I pulledhim in hard. His mouth came down on mine pushing histongue into me in time with his fucking, sharing the comeI still had lingering in my mouth. He.