As did other things. When I was sixteen I knew for sure that I had feelings towards my grandmother that were out of the ordinary at the least. Just li...e the feelings I had for my mother.I never acted on these feelings, however. At least not with my mother. At least not at sixteen. Granny is an altogether different story.One day when I was visting her alone I noticed that she was dressed just a little too lightly. Not offensive, but still somehow rousing. She had prepared Dinner for me just as. Scotty instinctively pumped as she moved up and down on his rod. Janet was wearing only a long tee shirt with nothing under it. As the two humped, Justin watched, stroking his own cock under the covers. Soon Janet was on her back with her legs wide apart and through the dim night light Justin watched the cheeks of his friend's ass gather dimples as he pumped his step-sister's cunt. Soon, with a quiet groan of ecstasy, Scott shot his virgin load deep into Janet's cunt as she squirmed in orgasm. She was wearing a very sexy red dress that came down just few inches above her knees. She was standing on a pair of stiletto heels and had no panties, because she said it was comfortable that way.We entered the local mall and went into a store to pick up some clothing.I noticed a couple of young guys following us and staring at my hot wife.When I left her alone for just two minutes, those guys approached her to have a talk. I saw them from my position and they seemed to be flirting with Ana.I. For now, you can let her think it is a vitamin.”“I will start her tomorrow morning,” Bonnie said, in her soft submissive voice.“That will be acceptable,” Mark replied, and then asked, “How many men have you been with?”“If you mean boys too, then four. I was gang-raped by three boys when I was in high school,” Bonnie admitted, in her soft voice.“Does Bob know that you were raped?” Mark asked.“No. I never told him, or anyone else. I just wanted to forget it ever happened. Fortunately, I did not.