" It's just so incredible, mom, that you have gone all these years, never wanting for sex." Oh, you're wrong there, Kent." She laughed again. "I've su...e wanted for sex, but not with a man I don't love. Do you understand that?" And you never loved anybody but dad?" I think that you two consumed all the love I could harbour." She fell silent for a moment, and she blushed a little when she realised how her words could be interpreted. She was on the verge of saying something more, but the mere. Because he was always, so gentle and he would not hurt the baby his way. Of course, I did not mean I would not let anyone eat my pussy if they wanted too. However, I was out hanging up the wash one early morning when my grandfather who was 68 stopped to say hello. He always took a early morning walk. He said, “good morning Betty Jo how are you feeling?” I said just fine gandpa. I bent over and picked up a pair of my panties to hang on the line. I kept bending over to pick up pieces of laundry. Leo turned on the water, pulling me in as the water warmed up. I grabbed the soap and started to lather Leo up. My hands working over his well muscled back. I work the soap into his hairy, still firm, chest. I wash his arms, taking care as I worked my way down his torso. My soapy hand stroking his hardening cock., my other hand gently squeezing his golf ball sized testicles. I heard him moan as I took my hands away to finish off his legs and ass. He returned the favor, his thick hands. ”“Kelly and I went to a lake where they were ice fishing. It looks like fun to me,” I said.“It is if you can stand the cold. I enjoy it if the weather is good, but not when it’s cold and blowing,” Rob said.The more we talked, the more excited I became about the prospect of fishing. Rob and Alex took turns, telling me about some of the fishing trips they’d taken close to Marquette. Kelly and the girls carried on their own conversation, talking about their upcoming assignment. When it was time.