"Forgive me for the way this question sounds, but... I wouldn't picture Carl as being your type. What do you get out of the relationship?" He... takes...care of me." Why can't I get a straight answer out of either one of you?" I'm sure it sounds strange, but it's simply that our relationship is... complicated." Now she leaned forward and shifted closer. "But it's a very open one." That doesn't sound much like Carl." Sal seemed to be having trouble figuring out what to do with his hands, fidgeting. ‘Did anyone ever tell you that you talk funny, with big words and all?’ Amanda laughed along with him and said, ‘Don’t change the subject. You know what I meant, so answer the question.’ ‘This grandmother is my mother’s mother. My father’s mother lives in my house outside of Nashville. Tennessee.’ ‘How wonderful,’ said Amanda. ‘Both of your grandmothers are still alive. Do you think I’ll get a chance to meet your other grandmother sometime?’ ‘Actually, if things go as I plan, we’ll have lunch. The water cascaded down my upturned face as I ran my fingers gingerly down my neck – I stood like that for a minute, enjoying the feel of the cool water as it continued to fall down my naked body. With a small squirt of shower gel, I ran the sponge in small circular motions around my firm stomach, gasping for air as I cupped my heaving breast, pinching and tweaking my nipples; watching intently as they hardened. I squeezed my breasts, enjoying the pain and then pushed them together dreaming. --It all started with a picture of a hard dick sent to Brett by accident and they couldn’t even remember by now how it ended with Zach’s dick up Brett’s ass every time they went out to see each other. They weren’t touchy-feely by any means but every time they got a moment alone, it always ended like this: with Brett propped against something, still partly clothed, and with Zach clutching him firmly by his sides, getting lost in the rhythm of going in and out of this pert, tight ass. Ever since.