"Sooner or later they'll know, but I'll take you through target of opportunity counselling later, as in who to go for first," I said."I'm not sure if ... can," said Gwen."I won't make you, my Lady," I replied."I'm prepared to be bait again though," she confirmed."Depends on what the circumstances are," I said. "But I won't endanger you needlessly, my love." I'd be better bait anyway," said Jenny."Can you run faster than your Mum?" I asked."Depends on who's chasing me," she replied with a. The pleasure was building inside her and she was getting close. She was so wet that was dripping on the floor. Every time he was pounding her his balls would make a loud smack against her clit. His balls felt big and warm. They were filled with warm cum. She couldn’t wait to feel it. She could feel the head of his cock rub against the frontal wall of her vagina. She started to moan loudly, she wanted to have an orgasm so bad. “Fuck me, whoever you are, fuck me hard,” she screamed. He was. Trust me, you don't have to be afraid to move the relationship along." You don't think I'm too old for her?"She gave me a withering look. "You're just forty years old. She's not that much younger at thirty-three. That's hardly a big leap."I stepped back toward the entrance to the kitchen and checked in the living room to see what Rose and Harlan were doing. They seemed to be absorbed in something and likely oblivious to the conversation between Margaret and me."Rose isn't completely. Ehhhh….yeah am good…….can I order food please?” asking if he can order food in a diner…..double O fucking 7…..She giggled the way only a 16 year old girl can, that made you think she either thought you were dumb, but in a cuteway… or an axe murderer who lived in his mums basement and only came out to kill again or hide the bodies….but in a cute way…..and took his order. 10 minutes later she returned with a Big Jehovah’s big breakfast and a mug of coffee (because that’s all mister nervous axe.