Since the drowning Tim had a fear of the sea, but would never admit it.As he usually did Tim made to enter by the side gate and through the rear of th... house. One of the lounge windows was too high for most people to look in it wasn't for Tim. As he walked past it he glanced in and couldn't believe what he saw. He had passed the window before what he spied had sunk in. He back stepped, stopped and looked in. On her back was his grandmother bare from the waist down and astride her was a younger. It was a large window in the livingroom, facing across a small garden outside, and onto a cul-de-sac, probably contemplating our discussion and the direction it had taken. 'Well, what exactly is it you want to see?' he enquired, trying to understand the conversation we wer having. 'You're penis' I replied, simply. 'I would do the same for you!' I blurted out, not really thinking that through. Again, I got a quizzical gaze, and could see him thinking things through. 'We can't do it here love,. I never want that bitch to breathe the free air again! The next time that she leaves prison, I want it to be in a body bag or a fucking coffin!” I ranted, my hatred for that cunt showing through for real now.I was past any pity, for myself or anyone else right now. I hated Danielle. Fuck loving her still! I wanted the bitch to suffer and suffer she would now. I took no small satisfaction in thinking that I might have helped push her past the point, making her snap when she learned how Ramone. As his fingers touched her skin, Jenna felt a shiver of excitement go through her, but she fought to keep still. Even though she had told herself she wouldn't let him touch her, this seemed innocent enough. As they worked through a few poses that stretched and softened her muscles, he stayed right behind her, his body pressing up against hers. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her back, but she chose to ignore it. This stretching was worth being touched a little; she could tell her.