I went to bed and gran stopped up, hearing them both come to bed when granda got back I listen at the wall for the usually fore play, then I heard th... bed creak as granda climbed on top“No Joe it needs to be hard”“Joe it’s doing nothing for me, it’s not inside me, its soft”Granda seemed that drunk he did not know what he was doing, then there was a flop and creak of bed as he lay down. Afterwards I could hear gran moaning , knowing that she was making herself come again.Next morning gran woke. She seemed often absent-minded and not really interested in me. I wouldn't even call it a date rather a drink after work but at the time I was quite desperate and I classified any meeting with a woman a "date".The bar around the corner was a known hang-out of co-workers and we were not really alone. As usual we started talking about work, interrupted by some colleagues saying hi and chipping in. The conversation took an unexpected turn when I looked for my phone, panicking that I lost it. I. They breathed heavily through their noses as they kissed long and passionately.Hilda lay beside Karen, feeling her tit and stealing kisses with them. “I want in on the action too,” she pleaded, smoothing her hand over his back. John pulled out of Karen and put her on her hands and knees. He sank his cock back into her from behind as Hilda crawled underneath.Karen spread Hilda’s pussy lips and buried her face in her aromatic moisture. As John continued fucking her, she could feel Hilda licking. .. or wherever the fuck ... and we didn't even have the right IFF gear to stop the buggers having a go at us.Give the sarge his due — he knew us, we knew him, we all knew the situation. So ultimately he stuck to the basics — if we hadn't been good, we wouldn't still be here. Draw a veil over the fact that what we were good at was killing anyone and everyone who got in our way. Take a bit of heart from that word: Good. Even if you had to define it really, really, carefully.Around midnight, we.