You can hear the wet sucking sounds of Linda's pussy, and even smell her glorious cunt aroma from where I'm standing. God I'm getting hot. My dick is ...ecoming rock hard, and I can feel that I'm leaking pre cum into my briefs. I decide that my best bet is to leave quietly before they orgasm, and hope that I'll be lucky enough to witness another spectacle such as this one in the future. But before I can leave, I hear a deep groan issuing up from Grant's throat, and he is quickly pulling his cock. “It’s a doll.” replied my brother.“Who would play with something like that?” she replied “And where are her clothes?”“Boy that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,” Jay said, trying to steer her into the dinning room. But Granny was relentless.My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, “Hey who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?”I told him she was Jay’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually. Joanie had already scampered in the house and stealthily up the stairs to her room where she grabbed the antique wooden hairbrush that had been passed down from generation to generation through the Cunningham women. Joanie herself had just been presented it by her mom on her 18th birthday and ironically now she was about to present it to her brother, Richie to be used for its unwritten purpose passed down in family lore.With a shrug and a sigh she took it from its prominent resting place and. I waited in my skivvies in the “Transient” barracks until an elderly “Mama-san” brought back my only set of jungle “Utes” (utility uniform). She was giggling non-stop as I got dressed. I couldn’t understand her very well because her use of pure Vietnamese language was limited. It sounded like she was using a central Vietnam dialect from a coastal area. She seemed satisfied with the “script” (funny money) I paid her with. I also gave her a pack of cigarettes for the quick service. I didn’t.