“Okay” I said pulling the doona cover up over my breasts. I held the edge in place... as he came in.Steve had something small and slender in his h...nd ...it was cherry red and a bit stubby and bulb shaped... I realised it was a frickin thermometer. Okay I processed that. In his other hand he had a small jar of K-Y Jelly. Well I wasn’t processing that beyond...he could stick his fingers up his own arse...the prick....What was he thinking?“I cancelled attending the conference to look after you” he. And with each of this act I was giving more wild lick to his wife and my pussy automatically let him more in. He was not fucking my pussy he was playing with it. Bastard knew it very well that he got the tool. He was taking it out almost completely and then ramming it all in one go. Ohhh god what a fucking machine he was……….I was having best orgasms of year.As like he knew what a real bitch want his left hand which till then was only feeling my butts now let one one finger in my asshole…… Ohhhh. He was a kind man my grandfather.He had told of the cold, the midnight roll calls, standing guarding the inmates, knowing at any second they could turn, he could shoot yes but against so many, and the machine guns could not be used discriminately, all would die until the ammo ran out and then the survivors must overwhelm them, yet they stood in the freezing cold, chilled even through the thick winter uniforms and long woolen under trousers, their bodies grown flabby through inaction, twelve. We’re eating over at Claire’s tonight.”Jack frowned wondering why they would be eating there. According to Abby she didn’t have any food. He pasted a smile on his face and said, “That would nice.”“We’re having some fried spam, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I hope that’s all right with you,” Claire said. She had contributed the potatoes, but the spam and green beans had been provided by Abby.“Sounds good to me,” Jack said hoping the spam was the can that he had in the pantry.“You look happy.