"Lady, if you go all sensitive on me because I was surprised, I swear I'll put you over my knee and spank you so hard they'll hear you crying on the o...her side of the canyon."Darlene smiled. "If that's how you get your jollies?"I sighed. If I borrowed Tami's laptop, I could research monasteries and leave in the morning. "I thought it was Robbie's turn," I said as I pulled off my t-shirt. "That's the way you did it last time." I dropped my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, then kicked them. She had time to think about Kris. And she had time to berate herself for trusting another man and feel sorry for herself. That always made her a little testy and, since she still thought about Kris a lot, she was testy a lot. Hank hadn't spoken more than ten or fifteen words to her all night.Not that she just moped around, doing nothing. She completed her tasks, as usual. Her waitressing wasn't affected by it, other than the fact that she was a little less patient with the flirters. Oddly, she. I squirmed, trying to pull him inside of me. He pulled away, a little, but continued his slow, agonizing strokes. His hands moved down to my breasts again, stroking, twisting, pinching. I gasped, and groaned and squirmed but the patient strokes continued. I begged him to enter me, and he snapped at me to be silent. He dragged his penis, dripping with my juices, across my belly and between my breasts. I took him eagerly into my mouth, but he twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled my head. Perhaps it had.Nearly each night my grandmother would leave her bed and her husband to enter our little private world, my room. That initial hand job was but an introduction to the lust-filled world that I lived.My young virginal and innocent ways would transform into a young man comfortable and familiar with a woman's body. Yes, even a woman the age of my grandmother.She was certainly no beauty, by any teenage standards at least. With a curly mop of gray hair that matched the hair between her.