Emma came behind Amy and put her hands on her hips, “ok if you can keep your hands up just a little longer, it best you keep them up, that way your ...reast are unsupported and I can check on the density and shape, so we get you the right bra”“Ok, I just hope your hands are warm” laughed Amy, they both giggled and Amy felt her hands underneath her breast, her hands perfectly cupped them and Amy could not help but admire the view in the mirror of this sexy young girl innocently fondling her boobs.. We just figured that she was responsible enough, and if my mother-in-law was needed, she was just a couple of blocks away.It became a steady ritual on the third Saturday of every month for Martha and I to get out. Because most times we didn't get home until after twelve, it also became part of the norm that Stacy would always end up spending the night sleeping with my son in his bed.On one of those Saturday 'date nights', shortly after our son turned two, my wife and I returned home earlier. ’ ‘What the hell happened, son?’ I heard Dad ask, as he came into view. After I told my parents what had been relayed to me, I saw Mom’s face go pale as she said, ‘Oh my God, honey, you could’ve been killed,’ as tears began to fill her eyes. ‘Take it easy, Mom,’ I smiled, ‘I’m a little banged up right now, but I’m going to be just fine, okay?’ ‘Your mother’s right, son,’ Dad replied, ‘You were lucky, damn lucky.’ ~~~~~~ ‘Good morning,’ said a bright cheery female voice, waking me the next. Moving under me she pulled the gusset of her nickers aside to reveal a grey pubic hairs and dark gash between her legs.Spitting into my hand, I rubbed her cunt and held my knob at the entrance of her dry old cunt, her hands on my shoulders, I could feel her nails digging in, I poked my knob head into her cunt and the old girl dug her nails in, in retaliation I forced my cock up her dry cunt until I could not get any more in, her nails let go and I withdrew a little. She looking at the ceiling.