A long, deep and passionate French kiss. He grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer. This night was going to be good, I could feel it.We stop for air...and I offer Alan a drink. He says yes, but I could tell he just wanted to get down to business. I pour him a glass of wine and we sit on the bed. We start chatting, but it was all small talk. We both knew what we wanted. We put down our glasses and renew our game of tonsil tennis.It starts to get hot and heavy. I unbutton his shirt and remove it.. A way to have a kind of backchannel since we were around our relatives so much. So she asked me in a text if was I doing it all the time I was down there.“Doing what?” I asked, genuinely confused.“Beating off :)” she sent.I stared at my phone for a moment, bemused by her crudeness. “Duh,” I said back.“That’s a lot of time,” she sent. An hour went by. “How many times u do that in a day??”“Hah. Just once. Or not at all.” I was being obscure on purpose, throwing her off maybe.“?? I don’t get. Sports suck." He scratched his head, mussing an already unkempt mop. "You got time later to talk tech?" Jake had been a typical nerd when he was younger. At least that hadn't changed."Sure, any time."He backed and sided away, up the stairs into his new but old house."Great kid. I just wish he'd be a bit more physical." Bert swiveled his head. "Janie! Where is that girl?" Coming Dad." The voice came from an open second floor window. Moments later, Janie and Anna skipped out the front door.Bert's. There were no tongues this time, only their soft lips nibbling at each other. As they kissed, he let the head of his cock rest against her wet opening. He wasn’t pushing, and it didn’t seem like she was either, but somehow the head eased into her. She didn’t clamp on him, or try to impale herself, she just let it happen on its own time. Totally relaxed, he slid in an inch at a time. Her tight cunt allowed him in easily, one thick inch after another, until she felt their groins meet. For the.