My body, and that place between my legs, cared not to whom it belonged nor even the age of the boob in question.This fact, that my body was responding... to my grandmother's body in this way, shocked me nearly as much as it began to excite me. Embarrassment overshadowed both emotions.I opened the cabin door, and grandma turned as we entered our temporary abode, wrapping her arms about her grandson's neck and pressing herself against me. "Thank you, honey!"Did she mean me or grandpa? Grandma had. I eventually crept upstairs.As i approached the bedroom i could see movement inside.I rounded the doorway and laying there on her back naked,was my wife.He had his head between her open thighs and judging by the way she was squirming and arching her back upwards she was enjoying it.I hastily stripped and walked around to her head.She looked at me and it was almost as if she wanted to apologise.I knelt and held my erect cock close by her head.She moved slightly then took it in to her mouth and. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and the play begins. I offload to John all my problems, and surprise even myself how easily I can turn on the waterworks! Instantly John tries to comfort me, and I experience a little surge of excitement as I feel him place a consoling hand briefly and gently on my knee.“Hey! Hey! Abbi!” he says, and as we both stand up. His hand comes up to my face, to help wipe away my. Then I thought, perhaps I could learn to do that. I spent a fruitless week in the local library looking for a good book.Then I was at this Car Boot sale where I found an old medical volume on psychiatry, it had a whole chapter on clinical hypnotises. This was the real stuff, not Hollywood fiction. I studied this book for weeks, saying out loud the words as I rode my bike to school. The only trouble was I didn't have the courage to try it. There was, however, one area of hope, a passage in the.