You lie in the middle of the bed, arms to your side. I kneel beside you and whisper softly in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how much... I love you. I lower the sheet to your lower back and pour some massage oil on you. I don't warm up the oil as you love the shock of the cold oil on your skin. My hands and your heat will warm it up soon enough. Lower back, shoulders, neck, back, these all get attention as I work out the tension of the day. Arms, hands, back to the shoulders, you. Bill now had to get the courage to bring up the subject to Steve and find out what he thought of the idea. They got in the car and began to pull out of the drive. Bill asked Steve if he was at all interested in joining us for a bit of sexual fun. Steve was all for it. They then pulled the car back into the drive. Bill said he was getting nervous, he felt like he was ready to freak out. When they came back in the house, Bill asked Steve if he had any more of that smoke with him. Steve replied. I’ll just bet you did. I know what boys are like. I brought up three sons. I can remember. Your dad and uncles…” She tutted and rolled her eyes before going on to say, “Their bedding was disgusting. Spunk on the sheets.”Again, battered by the barrage of words and unable to speak, all I could do was look at her.“You want to see what I’m wearing under my dressing gown?”I blinked, thrown by the question.“Not a lot,” my grandmother added. “Stockings and a suspender-belt. That’s all.”“Gran,” I. It’s like euphoria through my body at the speed of life. My breathing is laboured, and you move to kiss my shoulder. Your hips moving along my slit, the thickness of your mushroom head hits against my clit every so often. Your lips wonderfully warm on my skin; the breeze from the window blows in. It teases our skin, which is warming quickly. My eyes still closed, not because I want sleep, but lost in ecstasy over you. Your fingers are moving deftly over my clit, so light that I can’t breathe..