He slid one hand up her thigh, gliding under her shorts. He moved his fingers up, searching for the edge of her panties, but only touching her smooth ...lesh. “Do you always garden without panties?” he smirked, his fingers probing at her moistened slit.“Not always,” she giggled, biting her lip to stifle a gasp as his finger entered her.He turned his hand, stroking against the front wall of her wet pussy, eliciting a loud moan and making her hips rock.“So you want to go inside?” he asked, slipping. ”5 minutes later they both came down. This was the dodgy one. “You ok Jane?” I asked.She looked at the floor. “Yes granddad.” She replied quietly, “I’m fine.”“Good because I have made an appointment at my doctors for you to go on the pill and then we need to get you a morning after pill from the chemist.” Are you ok with that?”She lifted her head and smiled, “Oh yes granddad, I was so worried I would be pregnant and mum would kill me and you and………”“Whoa whao.” I said, “Slow down a. “You didn’t get those things, did you? Not really?”I grinned and nodded. “Sure did!”“Amber! I can’t wear something like that!”“Why not, because it would make you look like a woman who goes to orgies?” I asked with a laugh. She stuck her tongue out at me. “If you can’t wear them to this party, when can you wear them?” I looked at what she was searching through. “So, that’s covered. Now, what all sorts of stuff do you have in there? Show me what Daddy likes you to wear!”That covered the rest of. It was late, they had both been exhausted, they held each other tenderly, and then they had made love. “Made love,” she murmured, feeling another tear dampening her cheek while her hand remained dormant under her. “I need to be fucked senseless.” Hannah rolled over, wiped her face, and reached out for the iPad she kept on the bedside table. It opened at Google’s home page and she subconsciously typed in ‘I need Sex’. Although not shocked by the returned texts, she felt the results were too.