I'd never been inside a whorehouse, but I probably smelled like one. My pants were wet all the way through to my ass -- I bet Bob would like the prese...t I left him all over the seat of his truck!My boobs were so sensitive I could barely wash them; just the water running over them got my nipples crinkling again -- Jaysus, would I ever turn off? Somehow I managed to wash most of the smell off, though.I didn't want to think too much right now about what Mom had told us -- I didn't think I needed. I sat down next to her and kept a hand resting on her arm. “Nana, I love you so much. Thank you for coming to school today. It means a lot to me that you would drop everything and go racing over there when you thought I might be having a problem.”She smiled and put her other hand on top of my hand – the one I had sitting on her arm. She stroked my hand with her fingers. Her skin felt thin. Regular use of hand-cream had kept it feeling as smooth as silk but it was definitely an old person’s. I was in a dilemma of what she’s asking me. In that situation, all I wanted was for her to keep quiet. She came closer to me and held my hard dick (6 inches). She said, “I want this inside me whenever I need it and no one has to know about it.”She pulled my face closer and started to kiss me wildly. I could see the lust in her eyes and that turned me on fully. I started to kiss her back. I pushed her against the wall and we were kissing madly. I put my tongue inside her mouth and taste her. She felt like a complete idiot, having fallen right into their plot as innocently as a lamb being led to slaughter. She couldn't imagine how she might have responded differently; nevertheless, she felt the perfect fool, and it wasn't in her nature to accept that without some sort of retaliation. Thus, although her tears were for the most part tears of anger, the larger portion were pretended, in an effort to gain additional time to think.She felt that Madeleine wasn't in complete accord with.