We danced to R.Kelly, 50 Cent, and a little Marvin Gaye. My hold on her got tighter and tighter. Once the bartender made his last call we both had one... more drink then headed out. We left out and I drove us back to her house. "Did you have a good time tonight Gram?" Only the best thanks to my handsome date" she responded."My feet are killing me from all the dancing!" She said while kicking her shoes off."Would a foot massage help? I asked hoping to get my hands on those massive feet."Anything to. Jenny called to invite me to supper/breakfast at the hut, she was going to work late and the girl's last test for the day was at 6:15, so we could eat together if could make it. I sent a note back that I could. That would give me time for a 45 minute workout in the gym and I needed that. I wanted to stay my weight and that would require a lot of work in the gym to do that.We couldn't have timed it any better. We all hit the parking lot at the same time and only had to wait a few minutes to be. ”The thought had never occurred to me that the infamous Edgar would be with Margaret, or that she would think that he would track her down. Pulling my dick out of Margaret’s warm wet hole, I turned not caring in the least that I was stark naked and that cum still dripped off the end of my dick. Standing about ten feet away was a short stocky individual with a dour expression, that told that the individual new nothing of enjoyment or pleasure, and would, if given the opportunity, ban anything. “Did she…and her father…?” “Yeah,” Ashley giggled. “He put it in her a few times, but she said he’s not good at it. She never has the orgasm with him. This feels really good, Jeff.” She ground on him harder, panting. “Oh god,” he groaned again. She made a yelping sound and pressed down harder. “I think,” she gasped, “I think…oh, oh, OH…Jeff!” She went stiff. She was cumming. He knew it, felt it, had caused it, and he was lost. He had to do this, had to have her, had to follow through on this.