Dad came with us as we went into a study or reading room with library shelves easily twelve-foot high. Above the shelves there was a banister for a me...zzanine that held even more books. Grandpa walked over to an area of shelves that had several rows of books that were bound similar. He took one down and pointed at a well known authors name below a title of a detective novel I had read. Grandpa opened the book, paged through a few pages, and turned the book to me pointing.Ethel's picture was. Why do you think that you got it?"She just shook her head, but her eyes were on the ground, and I think that she knew the answer. I let her off the hook."So what happened after you asked your mother to ask me?" I inquired."I guess that she did, because later that night, she called me into her room. She said that she had talked to you, and that you said maybe, but there was a condition." She paused momentarily, then continued. "She said that if I were to see her get... fucked... then I should be. Once again, Jenny could only muster a head nod. She could feel the moistness between her legs getting more difficult to bear as the thoughts of what happened that night began to unfold once again in her head. “So, what did you do about it?” Enis asked. This question finally elicited a response from Jenny. “What do you mean?” “Let’s put it this way,” Enis explained. “If the roles were reversed, and I was sitting at a laptop watching you fucking some guy, I certainly would have had my pants. Kelly removed her hand from my tool and Sharon eagerly replaced it with her own, stroking it full length, wet with her spittle. I watched as Kelly leaned into my view through almost closed eyelids, and couldn’t believe what she was doing; she was actually pushing her scrub pants down, actually removing them. I almost burst out laughing at the humor of these two women taking advantage of me like this, but was enjoying the blow job so much I remained silent. My balls yearned for.