She loved to be all bundled up against the chill. The view of the landscape, with all the shapes formed from the snow-laden trees, was surreal. They h...ld hands, talked, and laughed as they walked the path near the river. She thought back to the morning, after they returned from the walk. He had taken her on the floor in front of a roaring fire. It was a strange sensation to have him moving on top of her with the heat of the roaring fire building beads of sweat on her chest. His eyes were. ..”“I don’t care what Granny said,” I said, maybe with more anger than I intended as tears began to form in Isobet’s eyes.I knelt in front of Isobet and took her hands in mine as Jasmine rubbed her back, “Sweetie, I know it can be hard sometimes, especially when you’re outnumbered and don’t know what else to do. But many kids have problems, and have to learn to deal with them on their own. Do you understand?”“I ... I think so, but what can I do? They’re all bigger than me, and there’s more of. Then, unable to take the glorious sensation of Elaine’s clenching insides squeezing my dick, overwhelmed by the sounds and tastes and sights my grandmother had engineered for my pleasure, I groaned and squirted semen into the woman’s body.“He’s coming,” Elaine yelped. “He’s filling me with spunk.”I waited for them on my grandmother’s bed while Elaine removed the blindfold and peed in the bathroom. While the sound of her water tinkled into the toilet bowl I stroked my slippery cock and thought. I snuggled up to Mom and noticed that her dress, which had been smoothed under her bottom and legs, was bunched up behind her. She was no longer sitting on it. As Mom played, I gathered the dress in my hands carefully so she wouldn't feel me doing it. After a quick glance toward the living room, I cautiously raised the dress. I could see the waistband of Mom's panties, just barely, running across the pillow. They must have been small ones because that's as far up as they came. Mom's crack was.