I couldn’t see her face but I knew that she was crying because I could hear her sniffle quietly. I kissed her cheek and her tears wet my lips. I the... kissed one of her nipples. I placed my leg over one of her legs and got my knee just under her crotch. Then I shifted my weight and got the other leg between hers. I reached down and pulled her knees up so that I could get my bent knees spread out under her legs. I reached down again and fingered her opening. Matilda was wetter than any girl that. We were both cheerleaders and the real leaders of our school.Five years before all this started our 71-year-old long lost grandfather moved back to our sleepy little Texas town and retired. We all tell him he doesn’t look 71 even if all his hair is white. He had been a big-time performer in Las Vegas with his own magic show. He has all kinds of interesting stuff and stories to tell. Eric practically lived over there for a while, even our mother Linda stayed over there a lot too.Anyway, Eric has. Putting the index fingers from each hand inside Roxy, she pulled her ass apart, and sucked. Suddenly, like a flower coming into bloom, you saw - two inches from your face - the redness of Roxy's ass push into view, glistening, soft and wet. Intricate lines etched it's surface, and a musky aroma hit you. "Thats what I want!" Amber grunted, and started to lick the rose bud hungrily, eyes fixed on yours. You watched, mesmerised. Although you had indeed fantasised about this, you had never thought. Besides, there isn’t any use in our sitting here asleep propped against the cave wall when we could be in our bed.”Morales noted the “our bed” part of her comment, hoping against hope that she meant for them to continue sleeping together, but he wasn’t going to say anything in case it might somehow jinx his good fortune.After a quick trip outside, they came back in, bathed with Morales turning his back as usual, then readied for bed. After hearing her pull the furs up, he turned the lantern.