Mentally shrugging, I returned my focus to my homework. In a few minutes more, I could feel Gran’s staring eyes on me again. Exasperated, I closed m... book and looked to Gran myself. Gran swiftly looked away from me in turn.I looked hard at my grandmother’s body trying to see what Momma and Sissy had described to me. She was pretty enough in the face for a woman her age. She looked to have smooth skin, not too many lines or furrows, at least not on her face or neck.Her tits? Momma said they were. When I did nothing to object, he brought his other hand and with both his hands, he was now playing freely with my boobs. Ruby looked at me and saw what the boy was doing to my boobs, but she too was in the same situation as some other boy had already put his hands in her blouse and was fondling her big soft boobs.I could see her both hands being held by two boys standing on either side of her and placed on their stiff bare cocks. The boy playing with my boobs became bolder and inserted his. That way, I would find it after he had gone to work. Then, after I had time to think about it all day on my own, I could talk to him about it when he came home from work.The plastic ice cube with a fly embedded in the middle of it is a practical joke left over from his college days. He thinks it is a good symbol of what is happening. I am the fly trapped in the middle of the cube, turning cold and isolated from the world.When he sets it on my vanity, it means that he thinks we really need to do. Most of the event took place in a large clearing, where the Pack members lounged, strutted and posed for effect. A total testosterone-laden display of libido and ego. And the males were even worse. A tent had been erected on the outskirts, nearer the tree line, for the Alpha to hold court. We made our way through the scattered groups, avoiding glares. No one lingered near the tent, and as we gained some separation from the rest of the members, Colin leaned in to reassure me. "Don't you worry,.