My mom was sleeping on the bed with her face down and her nightie was lifted till her thighs and the light from the washroom was falling on the bed an... on her legs, my grandfather was standing near the foot of the bed and his hand was inside his dhoti and he was massaging himself, I could see his dick which was huge hanging outside. He was looking at my mother’s thighs with lust. Surprising when I saw that scene I felt a hard on myself and dick was jutting out of my dhothi without my knowledge. I like discovering what I can do with him. When I hear his breath hitch, or when he lets out a moan, I know to keep doing those things. I love it most when he grinds his hips upward, it shows me I am doing things correctly. When I begin to feel more comfortable, I suck on him faster. My lips tightly lock around him and my pace continually speeds up. When his breathing begins to pick up, growing into long, panting moans, I know he is close. He starts to tremble, aching for that sweet release.. .."Béla interrupted him. "Jeff," she said, quietly, but with urgent intent, "nobody can get across the equator. At least, not here. The bridge is too damaged to cross."Béla had raided the mind of the senior guard and saw the horrifying destruction by his own terrified people. He had been unable to stop a railcar with three families in it. As it approached the far side of the bridge, someone had thrown an explosive device, derailing it. He had watched helplessly as the railcar and everyone in it. Slowly everything came back to me – the party I had the night before, everyone leaving, talking with Jess, racing to the bathroom, me peeing on her, her peeing on me to orgasm, and then stumbling into the bedroom to make out. I looked over to Jess, who whispered, “Good morning, honey!”I whispered back, “Same to you, beautiful!” I pulled myself up onto my elbows and surveyed the scene – the blankets underneath us were scrunched up, one pillow was off the bed, the other was crushed against the.