It explained why I was lying properly with a blanket on. But I was not sure how it all happened. It was all dreamy. I just had no answer to it. I kept... my head down.Me – “Sorry!” was the only word I could utter.Di – “Don’t be sorry. But you should not let things go out of control. I had said this earlier to you as well.”I just nodded.Di – “By the way, why weren’t you able to sleep on the bed?”Me – “Probably because it was a new place for me.”Di – “You had no problems at new places we had been to. I wanted to switch it up so we took to the back seat, I laid there with my big thick thighs on his shoulders and he proceeded to fuck my pussy deeper and harder. His dick was hitting the back of my pussy wall and I had wasn't able to run from it, he had me right where he wanted me. I kissed and sucked on his skin tasting both our sweat mixed together, an erotic mix. He controlled this fuck session, grinding me slower, then faster, going to the left then to the right hitting my pussy from every. So, just how should one confront the grandmother of one's grandc***dren? How should he seek justification for the insult and humiliation heaped upon him? Why did she kill him without killing him? Why?"Danny, I ... I'm ... this may sound trite but it's not what you think ..." she began nervously and then stopped as words failed her. Not what I think? That's it? A married woman cheats on her husband, her family, and her commitments and now says it's not what I think it is in her defense? It was. Otto’s tongue was wide and slightly rough and he wasn’t too fussed where he licked. My pussy, my clit, even my bum. He had me squirming and moaning. It was so good I kept spreading the butter until I came. He seemed to get very excited and at one point tried to climb on top of me. I pushed him away. “No boy” I said scolding him “get down”. But later I thought about it. It was so hot.I did this twice the following night and each time I had an amazing orgasm. It wasn’t just the act of cumming.