Turns out, I just needed to be patient.Her husband worked a factory job and had to be at work at 5:30 am, so he was an early to bed person. So about 7...30, he announced that he was heading to bed. We said goodnight and he went upstairs. The d****s were closed, the TV was on and we were alone.The touching immediately became more provocative. She didn’t stop at just a brush to the inside of my thigh, but she slipped her hand up under the leg of my shorts, but stopped short of actually grabbing. "It not only that of course," she said totally ignoring my last comment, "I want to do other things too, I have this itch down there," she indicated with her hand towards her groin, "and I even look at the bulge in Slater's pants." Look sis, this is all perfectly normal for a young girl like you," I explained, "and for boys too. Your body is growing up and wants to mate and have offspring, that's what it does." But why do I look at Slater when I find him so repulsive," she asked."That simple. This was not something she had envisaged but it never occurred to her to object. Instead she welcomed it, suddenly needing to feel a man inside her, wanting to feel him cum and flood her womb with spunk even though she was unprotected.The cock dragged along her crack, passing over her anus and finding its way to her entrance where it paused. Maybe the man was adjusting his stance, maybe he had paused to ask mute permission, but Erin didn't want to wait, she needed that cock inside her."Go on. Grandpa’s mouth looked so kissable. What would it be like to kiss him? She’d never kissed a guy. How did it feel to brush lips against each other? To press mouths together? That first touch of his tongue? What did it taste like to kiss a guy?Rachael groaned loudly and rolled out of bed. Maybe being so horny wasn’t a good idea.She found Grandpa in the living room watching news on the satellite and sat next to him, close, their arms and thighs touching. She caught the scent of cigar smoke and.