She sighed, and growled, with a subtle little gesture of her head. ‘Will you look at that?’ So I did. I was doing a long improvisation at the time... with rolling cascades of notes, so I could take a glance around subtly. I’d forgotten what the melody I was building off on was, so I glanced and did some rolls into something edgy. I chose something edgy because Renee was cute when she was wound up, and I was trying to encourage it, musically. She was looking at a friend of mine who was at the bar,. " She rose off my lap and instructed me to take off my pants and boxers. I complied."Hey, Morgan! Look at this cock." she said to her friend, "It's so big and hard."I glanced over to my grand-daughter, her legs splayed and her hand deep in her panties, her fingers working her cunt as Marnie sat in my lap again. This time my cock sat right along her slit and she rolled her hips, sliding her pussy along its length. It had been a long time since I had felt this and it was wonderful having her wet. .. not your mother, not Jack ... no one, so I hope you don’t treat it lightly.”Not sure what he was about to divulge, I nevertheless agreed to treat it with the utmost seriousness.“Well when I was growing up, I had a slightly older female cousin who was a little more worldly and advanced in the ways of sex than I was. One summer I stayed over at her house for a few days, and, long story short, she initiated me into the world of oral sex. Basically, she forced me to go down on her the whole time. She'd cooked and served the last of the meat, tidied up the cabin and gone to bed. In the morning would be soon enough to worry about butchering another goat.Bright and early Mary caught up one of the goats with a halter rope and secured it to the same rock Lou and she had used for tying up the last goat they butchered. Confidence running high and hatchet in hand, she was prepared. It wasn't anything difficult, after all. She would simply hit the goat on the head, just as Lou had done. And she.