Jamal came out a couple of minutes later. He look across the bar and spotted Donna. Donna was just sitting at the bar moving her head to the music. Ja...al walked up to her and started talking to her. I could see he made the gesture to go dance. Donna shook her head no. No! I said to myself. After all the work I did to get you to dance and you said no! I am a sob. But Jamal was not taking no for an answer. I could see he made her laugh with a joke and then she went off to the dance floor. After. Right after supper, Sue said, “Dammit, Bill, come fuck me so that I can calm down. I got so aroused today that I am about to explode. Having Joe playing with my cunt just isn’t the same as you doing it. Hell, maybe I am in love with you and just didn’t know it. I’ve got to fuck Joe tomorrow, and I need you to prime me for it. Please, give me your best shot.”Okay, that little speech was enough to make me feel a lot better. Maybe I am in love with my sister the same way she was talking about me.. Only in and out. And thats what I did. Pushing my four fingers deeper and deeper into Grans pussy with every stroke. I marvelled at how wet she was, and then my fingers went in as far as they would go, and my thumb bumped up against Grans clit. Gran made a sound as if she was choking, so I froze. NO! Keep going! I pulled my hand out, and pushed it back in a few times. Gran was now moving with me – setting the rhythm. Faster and faster, until she arched her back, grabbed my hand, held it hard. Last time I saw you, it was at your house on Spring Road in Station Island. I stopped by there a few weeks ago and, well I found out you had moved way back. I tried looking your number up in the phone books, tried the people search on the Internet, but kept coming up empty. I remembered that you were, and I guess you still are, married to Rick Olsen's cousin. I stopped by the police station to see him, but they said he retired a few months back. I asked, but they wouldn't give me his number, so.