It didn’t take long to discover that one of the themes of the conversation was Rose’s frustration with Al and his extended trips back to the colle...ge he attended to see his old friends. It was obvious to her that he was going to see old girlfriends, sometimes staying away from home for several days, and she wasn’t very happy about his infidelity. My s****r Chuck and Betty eventually went back downstairs, and it ended up just me and Rose sitting on the stairs and talking, much of the conversation. .. nervous, for lack of a better word. We all talked to her, and it helped, a little. I was worried that maybe her time had finally come, and she was going to leave us for her well deserved rest.“It’s got something to do with the Bible. Every time I take it out I feel her hovering. It doesn’t seem to make her angry, or sad, just ... anxious. She won’t tell me what it is. Maybe you guys can get her to tell you. Either way, I think she needs resolution on whatever is bothering her.” Grandma had. He’d taken her there to fuck her brains out. So, why wasn’t I hurtling towards them, lights blazing and horn blaring – to scare the crap out of them and put an end to their little assignation? To this day I’ve never been able to answer that question. No. Instead, I drove on 50 yards or so to a pull-in and killed the engine. There was a perverse logic forming in my mind that told me I needed proof – to see them going at it with my own eyes – before I could confront them. So I quietly got out of. She was already soaking wet from their foreplay and I slipped right into her pussy very easily. Wow! She was super wet and juicy. I could hear sloshing with each pump into her.Gracie interlocked her legs around mine and squeezed tight. She grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me into her. This was wonderful!I was a little shocked with I heard a spitting sound and felt wetness on my ass crack. I looked over my shoulder just as Randy was using his finger to wipe spit on “MY ASSHOLE”. Before I could say.