" "What do you mean played with you?" She said as she gulped her wine."He teased me, my ass, pussy, the back of my knees, ribs and arms. He touched, t...ckled, licked, sucked, and nibbled on me, all over. And he didn't let me orgasm. After a while, I was screaming at him to just fuck me." I remembered that day it got me turned on."Did he?" "Oh, did he ever!" "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, Amy, we aren't exactly keeping secrets here, are we?" Shyly she looked down "Did he... or have you ever.... Well-uh…Ill tell you later No! Tell us now, Will! You might be in danger if you dont! Well…I mean we just talked and then I tried to kick her out, but she fell on me and then…well…she pushed me…and then-uh…wellWhat? Lisa asked with interest. We, well, she gave me head, if you can believe that? Will said shamefully. Will! Brook yelled, she put down her things, and slapped him on the face. Ouch! What the hell! Will yelled back. Thats all she did right? Did she have a recorder? Did she make you. With that she could do all of twenty-two miles an hour on flat ground. A couple of years later she had a little motorcycle for going up into the woods on but that one wasn’t street legal. A year ago grandma got a better motorcycle that was cheap and older. Then a month ago granny bought an old refurbished Indian Motorcycle. She soon became ‘Motorcycle Granny - the sexy senior citizen.’ That’s what it says on the back of her black leather jacket too in bright pink letters. Grandma also wears. They would have been done in no time. He didn’t want to growl at Marge. She was only following her female instincts. The weather was nice and the dying sun was creating colors among the clouds. Paul worked on his beer and relaxed. He didn’t think of work, of Glenda, of Hopkins or Grafton. He concentrated on the waterfowl and the muskrat making its way across the lake. He thought of the corners of the lake where he would take Marge in the morning. He hadn’t been as peaceful in weeks. It was good.