" Gail exclaimed, "Who was grandpa?"Rachael bristled at the reference to his age but did not comment. It was not the first, and would not be the last,..."'Grandpa' is my fiancé." She frowned and sighed, "Ex-fiancé. We broke up a few months ago."Gail's face registered several different emotions before she looked pained, "Oh. Uh. Sorry, I didn't mean -" Don't worry," Rachael waved the comment off, "he's a little older than me, so it's a common reaction. We just ... it was a ... he dumped me and I. ” And she wanted me to see. “Oh my God! You must think I'm some kind of a slut or something.” “No way. I told you I thought it was cool.” “I think I better go change,” Sandy said, acting as if she was getting up from the couch, “Or at least put some panties on.” He knew she really didn't want to. “Uh, that's not necessary,” Bob offered. “Yeah, well...” Sandy appeared to be thinking. “I guess uh... it is a little late to worry about it now.” She settled back into the cushions of the couch,. Mike lay beside his wife wondering if she wanted it tonight. Their sex was less frequent now than it used to be but what it lacked in quantity was more than compensated for by quality. Delores had matured well but, like many men, he wished he had a bigger cock. At times she damn near broke his back trying to get his average length deeper into her. God, though, she sure could control those inner muscles."Do you think there's something bothering Mabel? She seemed down tonight? Sort of depressed?". With that they have me stand facing the mirror. There I am standing there with my hands cuffed behind me as they are on each side of me facing toward me. It’s so unnerving to be looking in the mirror and seeing myself completely naked surrounded by these two guys that are completely clothed as they are running their hands all over my body. One of them grabs my face and forces me to make out. When he stops I can see in the mirror that the other has taken his shirt off. The other one grabs me.