“Hey Gramps!” she said, tossing her backpack into the corner and plopping down sideways into the easy chair. “Hey Princess!” I shot back, my e...es lingering a little too long on her lanky legs as they were draped over the arm of the chair, a hint of pink panties just visible up her school uniform skirt. She noticed me staring, but didn’t move, letting me look as long as I wanted, a slight smile on her face. “Gramps. Can I ask you something?” “Sure sweety!” I answered, trying not to stare,. She and her husband Jeff had married young and she would have been about 38 at this time. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear that squealing noise?" I listened carefully and said " Yes, sounds like your fanbelt needs tightening." "That sounds very naughty, have you tightened many fanbelts?" she asked and looked. “I can and I love it. I’ve just had an orgasm and I’m still so fucking horny I can’t stand it.” “Tell me what you want,” he asked. Michelle pushed her body down until she felt his stiff cock. She pushed back until it was in her aching pussy. “You know what I want, you bastard. I want you to fuck me.” “I’m a bastard?” he said with a laugh. “Why don’t you fuck me today? You’re on top. I’ll let you be in charge.” His words caught her by surprise. She was on top and for what felt like the first. Amy informed the others that I was to be ignored and that Amy was the person to be questioned on my behalf. Nathan was sat down next to the NSA Director. He was in a bad position, but after all the news and my good reputation, the truth will be heard unless Nathan was shot beforehand. I sat in the chair opposite Nathan and never took my eyes off him, he was quite scared. Amy came back with a list of questions. I crossed out the same two she had already underlined. She knew me so well and I.