. que ton grand- pere ... raconte..." I went on to tell her how tapes of those stories would give her access to his voice, and her children and her ch...ldren's children access to his stories.I had problems keeping my voice level. Bob's hand was on my mound, but the greater excitement was from the motion of my sensitive lips against his thigh.Bob paused in the rocking for a moment and straightened, removing his mouth from my breast. He nearly lifted me with his supporting left arm while he spread. Andrew looked to see his father attempting not to look between short phrases about 'getting going,' and 'we're going to be late.' He wasn't doing a very good job of looking away, and he didn't blame his dad one bit - he cursed his luck for not having the rest of the night alone to explore what lay beneath that form-fitting wonder of a dress. As she walked out the door, the dress hugged her hips and he could see it twist slightly about them. It wasn't so tight that it slutty, it was just so. Damn!I said "take off your panties." "No, it's special like this", she said.Anything she feels as "special" when I feel her pussy is just fine with me.Now she had my shorts off too, and my cock was as hard and as full as it's ever been. She was waving it back and forth and sliding her hand up and down it's length, occasionally squeezing or twisting the head gently, teasingly. It never felt better, bursting to blast off.I pulled the leg-band aside and tugged on one of her pussy-lips.That didn't. . and so very right!"He was bucking his hips to grind against her, and Iris thrust back."Oh yes, James," she breathed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still.He put his mouth to hers, and his tongue dipped in to taste her, to tease her, to invade her.Her blouse fell to the ground unnoticed, as James's hand ran up her thigh, caressing as it went, and then she felt him begin to gently tug at her panties.In no short order, her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and.