I leant against her hand, enjoying the touch of her fingers stroking my face. My cheeks were burning; was anyone watching? It seemed not. I had hold o...f Angela’s ankle still rubbing myself against her toes that wriggled and teased against my pussy. The dull ache I had felt was becoming a stronger need. ‘Wait’ I breathed and releasing her foot, reached down and under my skirt, lifting my bottom off the seat as I pulled off my panties, just a thin scrap of silk. I remembered how Claudia had. “Fair enough,” I shrugged indifferently. “I’ll know better next time.”That eased some of the tension from her eyes. The mention that there’d be a next time meant that I wasn’t ending things. That was what she was thinking anyway. I meant it as a certainty that she’d let me down any time I depended on her.“I’m really sorry, John. Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you,” she said contritely.“Break up with him,” I said.“John, we talked about this,” she said, scolding me gently.“No, you. I didn't think anything would happen; I was just so horny I wanted to be around a real mature lady. So when I got to her house I let myself in as usual but the house was pretty empty. Or so I thought.As I moved towards her bedroom I heard some noises and went to investigate. Her bedroom door was cracked enough where I could see in. I peeked in to see if she was ok and was shocked to see my grandmother lying on the bed with Albert on top of her thrusting away. A lump formed in my throat and I. Lamont stepped into the house and Mrs. Davis closed the door behind him. He noticed what she was wearing. A white t-shirt, that looked like her husband's, and the shortest shorts ever. Lamont liked how her ass cheeks hung out of the bottom of them. He could tell she was a little nervous, but he wanted to know why. He always talked to his prey before he went in for the kill."You got something to drink Mrs. Davis?" he asked."I do, I do," she said. "Come this way."Lamont followed the woman through.