It felt good, great actually, but what really had him going, was the picture. He hadn’t taken his eyes off it, off of her eyes, those hazel beauties... calling him in. He never increased tempo with his pumping, just kept to the slow, gentle strokes he now thought he would prefer. His breathing changed, it got deeper, with shorter breaths, and as he felt his balls clench, and braced for that all mighty pleasure, he heard the front door open, and close. Panic coursed through him, he shot up and ran. “What can I do for you?” I offered, looking up into those intense eyes, suddenly intensely aware of my own heartbeat. “Well you see Ms Farrell,” he began, his slow, wide manner of speech making each word hang in the air like a sweet drop of syrup, “ I have this hypothesis I’ve been kinda working on for a couple weeks now…” “Oh?” “Yeah, well it’s sort of a two part hypothesis.” “Okay, so…” I concentrated on breathing evenly, “why don’t you write it up and bring it to class on Tuesday and we’ll. Things which would never be forgotten. ~~~~~ Brian tried to relax in the long drive back home, but instead his mind started once again on the path which had become all too familiar in the past few months. Since life had, well, screwed up on him. Why did it have to happen to them? They had everything. Everything one could want, and more. Childhood sweethearts, they had grown up together, married young – third anniversary this February. He had a good job, Andrea was content working part-time. Soon there were three of my fingers lodged tightly inside her pussy. While exchanging hot saliva and breaths with my granny, my fingers were buried deep inside her velvety pussy.“Aaahhhh… beta…” granny moaned loudly, unashamed that her own grandson was fingering her pussy. Soon I felt her pussy lips tighten and she gushed out oodles of wet sticky cum onto my fingers. Granny laid back, breathing heavily, sucking on her lower lip seductively. I pulled out my fingers from her pussy and wiped them.