I sucked and fondled her, and she just made me suck her harder, it seemed like she was possessed by an a****l instinct. Her breasts heaved as I sucked... She started talking dirty, “go down on me, go down on me” she pushed my head down.At that point I reached down and pulled her bathing suit bottom off, her hairy muff was there for me. I got on my knees, sucked her juices as she moaned, and tried to spread her legs while standing, I lapped up her juices and rimmed her ass with my tongue. We then. Fran and I were just lying talking at the time and invited Gracie to come in and join the conversation. She slipped off her shoes and climbed on the bed, wriggling her way in between us. She bent over and kissed first her Mom and then me. Not just a peck though, a full on French kiss. She tangled her tongue with mine especially, delving into every corner of my mouth. Of course, that called for reciprocation on my part and I delved into the interior of her luscious lips and filled her mouth. I was working up to asking him to help when he quietly asked “Can I do that?” I slowed my diddling and moved my hand away. “Get your finger wet down lower first” I replied.Bobby put his hand on my knee, ran it up the inside of my thigh, and then slid his fingers between my pussy lips. He rubbed and eventually poked into my opening. I jerked when he did this and he looked up at me and then went back to poking his finger in and out and watching my hips move in response.Eventually he moved his. She didn’t lust after the football team (even Mary did that and she wouldn’t have let them even see her bra straps), she didn’t lust after Miss Havers – young, very pretty teacher who had been the first in their town to have a same sex marriage. She didn’t lust; until now.She had never told anyone, but she had frigged herself once, masturbated three times and that was it. She wasn’t interested in sex. She was interested in string theory, she was interested in whether dinosaurs had feathers, she.