I'll go and talk to Greg and Sophie for a while." With that, I got out of bed and left the room. I doubted they even knew I'd gone. I went into the ba...hroom and stripped, leaving my pyjamas on the floor. I knew what I would be doing once my questions had been answered.Their bedroom door was open, and I went in, making my presence felt by jumping on the bed, sitting cross-legged, watched them finish what they had started. Having satisfied Sophie, Greg stopped, and then sat up, Sophie followed,. She patted the bed again, this time by her side. Daddy was fucking her harder. I sat down and, almost unconsciously, put my hand on my mother’s breast. When I realized what I’d done, I started to remove my hand, but my mom put her hand over mine and pressed.“Keep it there,” she said gently. “Feel my nipple. Feel me.”I did. I stroked her nipple with a finger, massaging it in circles. It was incredibly hard.“Feel my clit,” she said.I put my other hand on her clit, and while I rubbed it, too, I. How soon is dinner?" I couldn't have been happier."About an hour. We can play cards or something if you want to." I wanted to do a lot more -- and not play cards -- but I didn't have any illusions. She was the same age as my sister - almost twenty. She was grown up (or so it seemed to me when I was fourteen) -- and married. She could, and did, legally spread her legs for that dipshit, Curt, any night of the week."I think I need a shower before dinner. Maybe we can play something after we eat,". Then, he decided to break the ice by a very forward and honest question to her: "Connie, I think your mom told you why she arranged for you to come here today?" Yes, she did. And I've been wondering why we're really sitting here wasting precious time when we could be fucking, Granddad," Connie said and I looked into her young blue eyes, seeing the hotness of a young teenager who was more than ready to be initiated into the world of physical womanhood."Very well, Connie, you've more than.