This allowed me to exhale the breath I had been holding unconsciously as well as to enjoy the intimately close sight of my grandmothers naked wet fles...h.I loved how her pale skin shone with the layer of water rolling down it. It seemed to make those sexy curves glow.When she spun back around, grandma held a bar of soap. "May I wash you honey?" She fluttered her eyes a few times before I could even nod.Grandma suddenly dropped to her knees and began to lather up my feet and legs, slowly moving. Never once had I imagined that her libido would outpace mine. That shewould take me to heights of depravity that my mind was seeminglyincapable of conjuring. That she would take the lead, envisioninglascivious scenarios I hadn?t even contemplated.And envisioning them I am. Envisioning myself tonguing the shaft of acock as it plunges in and out of my wife?s pussy. Tasting the mixtureof her juices and another cock?s precum.Too funny. My jealousy sure didn?t last long. It has. Which worked out nice in some ways, we borrowed eachother's clothes sometimes. It always made me feel good when she wouldcome into the kitchen in the morning wearing a dress I bought and Momwould tell her how nice she looked.I had managed to establish enough independence to be able to not get myhair cut. It was long over my shoulders now. My dad hated it, my momsaid as long as I kept it clean it was fine. Fortunately I wasn'tgetting much hair elsewhere yet, but I knew it was a matter of time.We. She knew he would be a good lover just by looking at him. Hold on…when did her thoughts of this man turn sexual??? She was engaged for Gods sake! This was totally wrong…right? Well, maybe not,They were after all, just thoughts… It was starting to get late so she had told Damien that she had to head home soon so as not to miss the last bus. He had offered to take her home instead.They left the cheesecake cafe and walked up to his Ford Explorer, where he opened up the door for her to climb in,.