The gleam in my grand-daughters eyes indicated how willing she was to drink from me. The two girls shared another sloppy, cummy kiss as I watched in b...oth dread and amazement. "Grampa, did you and Gramma have any toys you played with?" Morgan asked as she licked the last vestiges of my orgasm frm her lips.I considered lying to her about it when Marnie started sliding her hand up and down my wilted length. "In her closet, there's a box of her stuff." I said as my conscience wavered, yet again.. Sapna looked absolutely terrified at the idea and resumed her straining efforts with renewed vigor and panic. While she was straining, Rahul held her fat butt cheeks open to watch the progression of the buttplug. Slowly, her stretched out, puckered little asshole, which was already stretched to the max, dilated a bit more. Saying, “C’mon mom, that’s a good girl..”, Rahul encouraged his dear mother to do her best. Sapna strained even harder, pushing out a cm more of the buttplug’s length, out of. ‘Jackson’, I murmured, ‘I don’t feel ready’. Jackson looked upset, but decided to keep trying. ‘It’ll feel so good!’ ‘I know that you will make me feel good baby, you always do, but… I don’t think I know how to… I’m not really sure…’ ‘Of what? C’mon there’s nothing to worry about!’ ‘No, no Jackson I…’ Jackson sighed softly and slid his hands up my shirt. ‘Lucy, you’re old enough to be able to do it. I’m not going to hurt you baby’. He whispered lovingly. ‘No Jackson I really don’t. I… I…’ ‘You. The reason for that is most of the time Kelly and I “made love”. Some may say sex is sex but I disagree. Ninety percent of our sex was in the missionary position. It was not our lack of imagination. It was because we made love and loved watching each other’s face and staring into each other’s eyes, especially during our orgasms. Even when Kelly took the top, we would stare into our lover’s eyes. The exception to that happened next.I lay on her as she held and hugged me following her second.