Gradually I got used to the thought of fucking my granny.Within the next weeks my view on my granny changed. She gradually moved from being my grandma...to being a women I was hard for. Being the object of my sexual desire. But I had no clue how to hit on her. But then I had the grand idea: I began lurking around at that one bar I once saw her. I checked in there every Friday. Not for the whole evening, just for one drink. And then one day, she was there. Granny was sitting at the bar. Alone.. I asked Michelle to take her sister into the bath and freshen up some. Michelle used a wet cloth to wash her and her sister’s pussies. At the same time Crissy was licking and sucking my cock. Richelle would you like to have your sister or mom help you with learning about a man’s cock? Yes, Michelle can help me if it ok with you and mom. Sure Richelle, I can keep mom busy.Quickly, both of the girls were touching my cock. Michelle had experience. I asked Michelle to carefully explain everything. That asshole Russ? Maybe that nerd Drew? Or possibly, her own father?No, she told herself, if she did get pregnant it wouldn't be her daddy's baby. No way. He'd had a vasectomy after she was born. Those things were 100% full proof. They had to be.She lay in her bed reeling from what had happened for the next hour or so. This was going to be like the last time, she told herself. Her dad was going to feel guilty for what he'd just done and leave her alone for a good, long while. Last time he'd. Then I’m going to whip you for being with another woman.” Martha’s nipples poked hard through her silky blouse as Jenny tumbled the saddle of the bed, onto the floor.“On the bed Chester, face down, legs together ... and head toward your betters ... we want to fully enjoy your taking of the whip from a new Mistress this morning.” Martha shivered in her tight leather skirt with a burgeoning sexual lust, not quite believing what she was about to do, and what she was hearing. Chester squirmed in.