I wished him good morning.He replied the same and stood behind me and held me in his arms. He kissed on the back of my neck and has already put his ha...d under my top touching my navel. H: Someone’s naughty in the morning.He didn’t reply and he put his other hand on my shorts and inside my panty rubbing my pussy. Still kissing my neck, his hand has traveled up, grabbing my boobs while the other was working on my pussy. My breath was heavy. I started getting wetter and moaned.My pussy pulsating. .. But there was no way of preparing for what I was going to see. I stopped at the end of the hall and peeked around the corner to see my grandmother on her knees, kneeling in front of a man who was sitting on the sofa. Her back was to me but there was little doubt what was going on (I’d seen it before). Her head bobbed up and down with a steady rhythm that echoed a soft wet sound into the air. I felt my pecker stir and stiffen and I reached for it. I rubbed myself through the fabric of my. Should I change in front of him? Would it be awkward? Should we even speak about what just happened? I didn’t want to leave the bathroom, I wanted to curl up into a ball and stay there. But man, I had to face him.I got out of the bathroom, and there he was, laying in my bed looking straight at me. Was he naked? Was he shirtless? I couldn’t really tell, he had the covers all the way to his chest. I really wanted him to be naked.“Hey" he said awkwardly.“Hey"“So, that happened” he added, this time. Nevertheless, I put on a smile and asked her how she was doing. Marybeth stood there, and we talked for a moment. She told me that she’d recently switched her major from nursing to social work. When I asked her what brought this change about, she had the most amazing story to share with me. She told me how at the place where she worked, she was a caregiver for a young man with some kind of bone disease. It rendered him utterly helpless. She grew to see this as more than just a job. She cared.