“As promised, we took care of it. I’m not sure why you want it, given its limitations, but it’s the least I can do for making a fool of Quichoq....”Xi rushed forward, grasping the sphere as if it might evaporate if she wasn’t holding it. “Thank you. I’m eternally grateful.” She leaned in, kissing him on the cheek, which clearly shocked him.“That wasn’t our intent,” Al said. “But we saw how hostile and nonresponsive he was, so we did the only thing we could to counteract it. Not to appear. His cream ran down my face on to my tits. I suddenly heard a voice say “What the fuck is going on here!” it was the man from the ticket booth who I found out was the manager. The men told him that “this slut wants to be fucked by all of us. She was here naked.” The manager said that it was all right with him but he was next. The second guy then shot a hot wad of cum into my very wet pussy as I came again. He pushed me off his cock and towards the manager who grabbed my arm and pulled me into. But she was my grandmother! Holy crap! And as I thought about the implications, inevitably an image formed in my mind – of Gran, lying on her back, legs spread, pushing the thing inside her wrinkled old puss. Gah! The image was definitely NOT welcome, but the more I tried to banish it, the more it stayed in my mind. Jeez – how am I ever going to look grandma in the face again!? And so four more days passed. At night – when I jacked off – images of Gran doing herself with the dildo helped me get. “That pimple faced geek you showed me in your year book?”“The very same.” Stella confirmed.My wife stood up from the table. I thought she was going to leave, but instead she asked. “Who would like some more wine or a beer?”Stella lifted her glass and tossed her a snooty smile. Both Greg and I asked for a beer.I began to wonder if the game had been a bad idea. Sure I had learned something about my wife that was disturbing and it was something we would discuss later, but playing this game worth.