I watched his hand go around behind the boy and spread his ass cheeks. Taking a finger, he pushed it up into the boy’s ass hole and started to fing...r fuck him. The boy closed his eyes and moaned, leaning forward giving his grandfather better access to him. He looked right at me and smiled before lowering his eyes to my crotch. When he did that, my cock gave me away as it started to harden and push against the front of my pants. The boy noticed it right away and reached out to fondle me. Soon it is erect against the soft fabric. The circle smiles. What next? The bar guy unfastens one button, then another. My breasts are pushing to spring out of my shirt. He unfastens another button and the circle is holding its collective breath waiting for my breasts to pop free. He inserts a hand inside my top and starts to openly grope me in front of the circle. It goes on and on. The circle is stroking themselves. Miraculously, my breasts stay inside my top. The Tinder guy looks at. 'Don't you think it's wicked and unnatural to carry on this way? Don't think I haven't noticed you leering at me! Do you think I want to be a victim of my son's lust in my own house?' Eric was abject in his embarrassment and had finally succeeded in covering his groin with a sheet. Softening her expression from anger to pity, Helen went and sat on the bed. Putting her hand on her son's arm consolingly, she looked at him with concern.'I'm really sorry, mum,' he mumbled.'Why did you do it, Eric?'. Please come in and join us for our midday meal?”Clark thanked them for their generosity and hospitality, but said he had to be on his way. The monks would have nothing of it and insisted he join them to recover from his long journey. Seeing he had nothing to fear and curious to know what lay within the fortified walls, Clark accepted their invitation and followed the monks through the gate. The painful screech of rusty hinges pierced the calm air and sent goosebumps up and down his neck.The.