We’d lost Dad when he was killed in a freak work accident with scaffolding on a building site and Grandad had gone, in the best possible way Gran sa...id, shagging her socks off four years ago, due to a heart attack while in their super villa at Cap D’Agde. We’d visited them twice, but it was always difficult to fund the air trip to Montpellier as Dad was often out of work and Mum was illiterate but managed to hold down a shelf stacking role at Tesco, earning a meagre wage. Grandad hadn’t any. As she washed the length of his organ, she felt it start to grow in her hands. Emma marveled at how quickly it grew and how hard it had become. As she rinsed it off and dried it, she continued to rub it. With her eyes closed, she imagined it was John’s hard cock in her hands. She felt desire mounting in her loins and imagined how good this cock would feel sliding deep inside her.Emma felt Mathew’s hips rising to meet her caresses and that snapped her back to reality. She looked down and saw. She had taken her clothes off and embraced me from behind. The warmth of her naked body made me feel weak, relaxed. She took one long puff and put her cigarette out in an ashtray on the sink counter. She kissed my neck and I just let her fondle my cock and balls. Man, she made me so hard. She looked up at me in the mirror, a glossy eyed boy stared back at her. Debbie made me turn around. "I want you to be happy...." Debbie said seductively. I was about to say something but she pushed a finger. "Do you have any idea how proud I... how proud we all are of you?"Then Vikki came up and hugged me too. "God Justin I thought I loved before, but now..." And she started crying too. "But now... Oh God how can I leave you and go to Britain and Europe with the band?" Because I love you, because I want you to, because you deserve it." I looked from mum to dad and then back to Vikki. "We've said it all before Vikki darling, this is an opportunity that is just too good to miss." I looked at her.