He yanked his boxers down with them and stood back up, placing both his hands on my knees and gripping onto me hard. I grasped the counter and scoote... forward until I was on the edge and as I did, he met my entrance and slowly started to push forward. I glanced up to look at him but at that moment, he was looking down. He stared at my entrance, watching himself slowly enter me and pulling back. Why he was taking his time in a situation where we knew we had none, I have no idea. But the feeling. Now, sounds like the very happy ending, doesn't it. Don't bet on it! We can just be snuggling in when he pops his head around to corner to announce he's not sleepy. Then don't go to sleep, just stay the fuck in bed! Your bed!She comes out of the bathroom shedding clothes like a duck does rain. Oh my goodness! Just look at all that! Is all of that for me? I'm already lurching before she gets under the sheets.We're like that little electric cartoon guy. Little bolts of lightning are shooting from. Instinctively Michele wrapped her fingers around her son’s shaft. She realised what she had done but the feel of his hard rod sheathed in soft silky skin was intriguing.Michele stopped fighting. She held her son’s cock loosely between her fingers and with her other hand she pried his fingers from the back of her head. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.“Just this once; and we never speak of it again ok?”David nodded his consent and Michele licked his earlobe and then stuck her tongue. ‘And?’ Grampa encouraged, lowering his face and looking straight into his eyes. ‘I was playing, batting… and she was… And I-I was … watching her and-and…’ Mohan blushed, and a flood of red ran up his neck and spread slowly across his face. ‘And she was… suddenly I was out! That idiot Rahul took my wicket!’ he groaned. ‘Come, sit,’ Old Grampa smiled a knowing smile and patted the little seat beside him, ‘I’ll tell you a story.’ ‘Story?’ Mohan’s eyes twinkled in excitement as he lowered.