She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nip...ples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers. My eyes were drawn to a handful of butterfly paper clips in the top drawer. I grinned wickedly. I teased each of her small round breasts to hardened little peaks. Fishing a pair of the butterfly clips from the drawer I abruptly fastened one to each nipple. Her sharp intake of breath ended in a low moan.“What’s your favourite book?” I demanded.“What?”Your favourite book. What is it?” I repeated.“Anna Karenina”I quickly located Tolstoy’s classic and stepped behind her haughty ass. She yelped in. "Oh mom, your too much. Now both of you please have a seat. I'll get you some wine."Rebecca moved on to the kitchen and David followed. She grabbed two wine glasses and began to pour the wine. She was so nervous that some wine spilled on the counter."Calm down baby, it's OK," David comforted her."How can you say that? We are about to tell our parents that we are lovers! David this is going to be so hard!" Rebecca whispered."Would you rather keep living a lie?" No of course not. It's just.... " Oh no mommy dear, you don't get the tape for fucking Tim. All you get is that Daddy doesn't see it. I intend to hold it over your head for a long, long time to come." Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Two reasons. One is that you have been a bitch to me ever since I turned thirteen and I'm getting back at you and the second reason is the money." The money? What money?" The day after you and your fuck toy tried your best to wake up the neighborhood I was shooting the shit with Tim, Ronnie,.