So down on highway 51 I went that night for what seemed hours. Cars, people, no eye contact. Searching for a green eyed goddess he spotted me, and a...s a cheetah in dusk he pounced."hey, do you have any matches" he grinnedI settled my head up and my eyes focused, um, yes I chattered, hold this.My cd player, my cigarettes, some loose papers in my pockets, I had him hold it alland he grinnedHis smile, still engrained upon my corneas as I am never to forget him, my first, my Ben Boy.quickly I. .". Having both nipples engulfed by warm male lips was of no help at all. She was now almost totally given over to her secret self, and wanted both these confident young men, now holding her in thrall, to fulfil her secret wish. Two fingers, inside her, the first ones not belonging to her or her husband since they were married. Her button was being gently stroked, and she was on the edge. She had to make one more try for fidelity, or what little of it was left. She was given a chance. "Do. “And I’m thinking it’s not academic...”“No. and it’s kinky, you and me being related, but...”“I don’t even get a chance to say ‘no’?”“Do you WANT to say ‘no’?”“Nuh-uh,” she said.“What about when Dad gets home? Don’t you, like, SAVE it for him?”“Oh, there’s gonna be plenty of me left for him, babe,” I said. “There’s been days that we didn’t get out of bed for HOURS...”“Mmmm, wowwww...”“Does it turn you on, thinking about me and your dad?”“You tell me. Stick your hand down there.”So much for. ..” “Paul...Will you let me tell this in my own way! Can we come in, honey?” on in...make yourself at home...Randy's fixing some eggnog in the kitchen....” I stopped talking in mid-sentence when I finally noticed how Mandy was dressed, in a Christmas elf outfit that revealed more of her body than it concealed. Randy walked in just then and almost dropped the pitcher of spiked eggnog and the glasses that he was carrying. “Damn...grandma...you're fucking beautiful.” “Yeah...your father.