My pussy would melt at the sight of that alone. I could tell from the basketball shorts he wore that Jayson was "blessed".As I said before I knew Jays...n would be mine. It didn't matter he had a wife and son. He brought them to the park one time. I saw them playing like the perfect family. It didn't matter. I want something. I'm going to get it. I wasn't trying to steal Jayson from his wife. I just wanted to borrow that cock. I'm sure she can't fuck or suck it like I could.One afternoon I saw. ”At that moment Catherine emerged from the living room.“Oh, hi Claire!” Catherine greeted her blithely.Claire was by now speechless, and was casting about for a sufficiently civil response to Catherine, when Mary came into the hallway from the kitchen.“Mum! I didn’t hear the car arrive. Have a good journey?”“Long, but yes thank you Mary,” Claire replied suspiciously. Then, “Mary, I want a word in private.”The glance with raised eyebrows between Mary and Catherine, did not pass unnoticed by. . on the Saturday evening we had a number of paying guests, easily a hundred or so and a good film showing on the screen.The four of us would divide the fees later and Tim was running a bit of a bar as an extra; crates of local hooch being dispensed from the rear of another of my more unusual vehicles an old ambulance that spent its real life servicing trucks all over the island.The first film a crisp and clear 20 foot high blow job, came to an end, and the second a shorter lesbian job began. I was being touched by my Grandfather and no-one must ever no. I was fully aware that this was a secret forever between us. Perhaps he knew I knew that as he never told me to keep it secret. That was the kind of respect he gave me that made me want to be worthy of him. Both in the best possible way (the person I wished to be) and in the naughty way too. After this night I would always be most thrilled when I knew I had turned him on unusually intensely. I glanced up at the door and realized.