“I am. I’m surprised, but I’m into it.”“Me too. I’m loving it, but if you want to stop, you know you can?”“I know.”As I answered, I ...slipped my hand down his chest and tweaked his tight nipple. We were still looking at each other and the whole world receded, all that existed was our eye contact and my fingers on his nipple. His whole body tensed, but his eyes never left mine. It was a moment, an intense, intimate moment.When John got back, we accepted our crispy cold beers eagerly. I held mine. Now I think back, how weird was that? Whatever, I will admit to an extreme fascination with the female body. Have always had it. I would do nothing to hurt, abuse or affront a young girl’s well-being but if anyone out there wants to try convincing me that making love to a young and willing teenager, be it your own daughter or someone else’s, is not to die for, then hell, that’s some task you’ve set for yourself. So, with that brief background let me return to the tale. They both fuck for me. It started with Grandma Evelyn, so I'll tell you about her first. She's a fifty eight year old widow who looks young enough to be my mother's sister instead of her mother. Oh, yeah! I'm eighteen. And like most guys my age, I have a super hard cock. That's what my Grandma Evelyn liked about me. And that's why I'm fucking her almost regularly.When Grandpa Fred died, his horny widow got lonesome real fast. Within six months after he croaked, she was out looking for a. "I looked in the fridge. Mum must have gone shopping as there was a lot of food. I guessed this was a good sign. I tried to "see" what was going on, but failed ... though I could tell neither she nor Rob was as dark as yesterday. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my.