He knew men desired her. He saw them look, listened to their suggestive banter at parties, cloaked in the feeblest attempts at platonic intent. But sh...e had never given them the slightest satisfaction of a knowing reply. She would simply take his hand, or pull his arm closer around her slim waist, as if to let him know she was his and his alone.The temptation to go to her was overwhelming, so much so that twice he left the car. The first time he was able to do little more than circle the car,. By now she was dropping her head to the mattress and moaning loud. We were both loving every second of it and we were started to sweat. Eventually she dropped down to the bed in the bed in the prone position and I arranged myself to keep fucking her and hitting her hot spots. I laid on top of her and kept pounding away feeling her wetness on my com and balls while kissing her on the back of her neck. I told her I was getting close and she told me she can’t have k**s anymore which turned me on. It seemed that her mother was a Brit, had married a Texan and lived here since then. "So, where is your dad now?" I asked, as the way she talked about him made him sound distant. "Oh, he wasn't my real dad, but he was good to me, and I cried for weeks when he was killed in Afghanistan six years ago." Her eyes filled with tears, and I kissed them away as she rested in my arms. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, she was kneeling over me, riding my erect cock, her round, pink. Jess chimed in right on que it seemed. “ill take the couch grandma. Besides… it will give mom n dad alone time.” And she turned to them n made kissy faces. Uncle paul was a man of few words and he sumed it up in one…. Brat! Everyone agreed to be back at my grandmothers by 8am the next morning. To open presents as aunt Patrica and uncle Paul left.Soon my grandmother was off to bed herself. So I dug out the air matress and started to blow it up. Jess waited quietly for everyone to go to bed so.