I would have done the same in front of my husband, but instead I had to endure the catcalls of the Asshole.“Yeah, yeah, Lawrence.. fuck that slut! ...ee? She’s a whore! She’ll fuck anybody, even me!” his voice cackled on and on. I heard him start to grunt and then he growled abruptly, and I turned my head, to see the outline of that thin shaft spewing his jism. He had jerked off watching Lawrence make love to me.Lawrence was wordless throughout all this, as was I, save for my panting and. Cat was a mess and I imagined I was as well. I firmly kissed her full pink lips before helping her off my lap. My deflating penis was pushed out of her ass with a wet thwack against my thigh and a river of cum followed splattering onto my jeans. “Fuck” I said with a laugh. Cat giggled “Well at least it’s your own jizz, that’s less gross I think” “But no less embarrassing. Oh well, let’s hurry up so we can get back” I backed out onto the road and we headed to town. We made it back an hour later. With difficulty I fed her breakfast and gave her a drink. She relaxed and we chatted for a while. She was frustrated by not being able to look after herself and she wanted a bath! Funny how it’s things you take for granted that you miss the most.“If you want a bath, Nan,” I said. “We can arrange it. I’ll give you one.”“Oh, no!” she said as if I’d committed the ultimate sin. “You can’t bathe your Nan.”“Why not? You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before or have you got something to. Her brown hair was mostly hidden by a ski cap.“Hey, Steve! What’s the plan?”“Well, I figured we could eat, then get some ice cream. That would leave us at least three hours for whatever you want to do.”“Sure!”We sat down and ate. I didn’t detect any nervousness or anything that would make me think twice. She was relaxed, joking, and enjoying herself. The conversation drifted all over the place, but there were no references to sex. She was playing it cool.We finished and walked over to.