Grandpa was a really excellent teacher. IF I screwed up, he'd calmly show me what I did wrong, and he'd give me a big hug when I got it right. In fact... he grew more affectionate with every new lesson, until it became apparent that my grandfather was trying to cop a cheap feel.I didn't mind. So what if he was my grandfather? He was still an extremely handsome man, and on top of that, he was giving me free driving lessons. As I tooled around town in his old clunker, Grandpa Boyd's large, rough. It was a warm, sunny day so I was wearing shorts and little else when I set off to explore the immediate grounds. There was extensive woodland behind the house, which ceased about a hundred yards from the house. The intervening ground was a lawn upon which were a couple of canopy covered swing benches and three airbeds.I tried the swing benches, but they needed oiling because they both squeaked, so I tried an airbed and it didn’t so I took a couple of cushions from a bench and made myself. I then asked if I could just stroke her pussy, like we used to. Now Jess was hesitating due to growing pubes in the few years hiatus. After some persuasion, she pulled her trousers and panties down a little, allowing me to stroke her clit and moist pussy lips. It was a bit of a shock to me as well when I slid my hand over her pussy, as until that point I had only felt her young, pube-less cunt. I then pulled mine down a little to allow her to stroke my hard cock and fondle my balls, and we laid. Towelled dry, mostly, we hit the dining area, coffee in big mugs and breakfast, not ordered, breakfast was self service. We self served, carrying our plunder to a table by the window, the morning sun already warm on our skin.I suppose things will make more sense if you understand a bit about how the kennels work. You probably already know the Bar owner is the ultimate boss. She tends to concentrate on the Bar and it’s customers, the head trainer runs the kennels, he is in charge of the.