Later that evening I was in bed with my wife. She was stroking my thigh and speaking in that sexy voice she always used when she wanted to get her own...way…"You know they're ready. We can't keep putting it off baby" my wife said. "The kids will love it. Seriously, they’ll love it. I just know they are the same as us that way. If we don't hurry up they'll discover all by themselves. Then they'll just be *normal* kids. We surely don't want that do we?"Of course I knew she was right.My wife and I. For some reason, Tammy selected the fluffy white carpet much to the surprise of the designer because it was not popular with the younger set.The young lady that showed her the unit was called Winona and she had impressive boobs that probably convinced most male customers to sign on the dotted line without reading the small print. In a strange coincidence, they were both wearing the same designer jeans of an off-white denim with the reinforced crotch section that made her feel like she was being. You worked your way down my stomach until you reached the top of my pelvic muscle. You stopped and slowly traced one finger over me, and then you continued your kissing over my mound. You placed a hard kiss on my swollen, very sensitive clit. Then you began nibbling on it while one of your hands touched softly down my body until it reached my pussy. Very slowly you pushed one finger in and I moaned softly. Your finger went in and out slowly for a while, while your tongue flicked my clit. Then. That very quickly turned into me laying across the seat, my head on his lap, sucking his cock, all while my grandmother and mother often sat on the front porch of the house nearby, maybe twenty feet away, never suspecting a thing. My mother took over the job of taking my grandmother to get groceries on the weekends, and my grandfather couldnt have been happier. He never liked having to go shopping my grandmother never drove a car in her life and it gave him a chance to go further with me. He.