It was incredibly intense, leaving me craving him – craving more – both for the warmth he provided and for the arousal he’d built effortlessly i...nside me. When he shifted – clearly planning to replace his fingers with his mouth – I scissored my legs and pushed, capturing his hips between my thighs, leaving him hovering over me.“No,” I insisted.“No?” he repeated, voice skeptical and amused at once.“I want you. In me. Do it – do it now,” I insisted, angling my hips to brush my core up against his. Your brothers and male cousins have all been initiated into adulthood in their own way at a certain time, too, Caitlyn. Are you ready to begin?"Caitlyn nodded her head and then her grandmother Susan stood in front of Caitlyn and she covered her young teenager granddaughter's rounded budding breasts through her nightie and cupped them as she flicked her fingers over the sexy young girl's hardening nipples. Caitlyn felt her breath catch in her throat and then she saw Susan unfasten the front tie. ‘No…Sam…Fire…I think.’ Abbey stopped but Sam kept pumping while Abbey looked up at the bedroom wall. Red flickering was dancing across the walls from a reflection through the window. ‘Sam…FIRE!’ Sam stopped humping and turned to see what Abbey was pointing at. Across the bedroom wall raced back and forth a red light. ‘Ahoy…THIS IS THE SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT.’ Sam scrambled to find his pants and began putting them on as Abbey grabbed the bedspread and covered up fully. Running her hand through her. Her hair was black with a few strands of silver. The signs of aging only seemed to add to her allure. She was tall and curvy, her build accentuated by a long ivory gown. The man at her side was gorgeous, and it was easy to tell he was Randon’s father. He was the spitting image of his son, or rather his son was the spitting image of him. They shared the same dark complexion, dark curling hair, and deep emerald green eyes. ‘Mom, Dad, this is Cassidy Jennings. Cass, this is my mother, Elle, and.