He had lived there a couple of years. It left Granddad pretty much alone in his business, after the death of my grandmother.Gramps didn't hate Christm...as, he just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking out at the snow that had been falling for the last couple of hours thinking how slick the roads must be getting. The snowplows hadn't been through yet. At the time, he was pondering what Christmas was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped in.Instead. Quietly, I got up and went over and sat down next to her. "What are you reading?" I asked."It's nothing really, just a romance story," she said. "See" as she showed me the cover. Looking, I could see a white corset sitting on a love seat and the title, The Plantation Owner's Daughter. "From what I could see as I walked by, you looked to be enjoying the read." I said. "Yes! I like it a lot" she responded. "Anyway," I said "my name is Paul. What's yours?" "Anna," she told me."So," I grunted. The pressure of their tight pussies eventually brought him to the verge of cumming, he then pulled his dick out and started stroking it above Mandy hoping to cum all over her breasts. Once his white goo covered his sister's chest Elizabeth started to lick and massage Mandy until she had such a huge orgasm that it shocked all of them. Her mother heard the fuss and went quickly to see what had happened, when she reached the door she peeked in and saw her son having sex with her daughter and her. The shows provided erotica in a new safe haven that couldn’t be seen or experienced in a public venue.Rachel grabbed my hand and once again, just as before, she guided me to the confines of her master bedroom. I quickly stripped as she did the same, launching myself on to the middle of her bed. I was more than ready for some serious fucking, when Rachel said,“Hold up.”She grabbed her satin robe and wrapped it around herself. She darted out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly open. I could.