There I sat, not a little pissed to be forced to attend to my ageing grandparent - a cranky private man who had shown next to no interest in my life t... date. I had been sent here because mom found a joint in my room and rather than telling dad, as was the only other option, I could come talk to her father - the most forceful man in our family.The man, sitting there carefully rolling his cigarette seemed to not even notice my entrance, had ignored my welcome as well. Lets be frank, the guy. It felt like his cock would go on forever as it slipped up my ass. “At least eight inches,” I thought to myself. I moaned and wiggled my rear to reassure him that I was enjoying the invasion. Cindy was humping herself on Amber’s face and grabbing her own tits. She was off in a world of her own (well, her world and Amber’s tongue) and obviously moving quickly toward orgasm. Amber had both hands on Cindy’s thighs, pulling them down firmly over her face. She was moaning steadily into Cindy’s. . in reality staring at various bedrooms, waiting for lights to come on. The eighteen year old wasn't very helpful, yes she was very pretty, but invariably, whenever she went into her room she shut the curtains and unfortunately I couldn't see through material, Margaret, however was much more helpful.Margaret, as I've said, was divorced, her former husband, a coloured chap had been in the army and apparently, whilst on an exchange trip in America, had gone off with some woman and not bothered. The shower was warm, washing away the sweat from the morning jog. The jogging sluts were disappointed that there was no club meeting tomorrow, but Mary and I were flying out to New York City for the weekend after my dad's funeral today. Mary's hands soaped my back, her touch easing the tension from my body. Our showers together after jogging were becoming my favorite part of the day. Just Mary and myself.When we got home last night from recruiting the our pilots, the media was waiting for us..