It was a funny thing. Grandfather wouldn't say anything more about who boys had sex with or where or when, but he was very vocal that she wait no matt...er what.Leanna sighed and thought, 'Wait for what? For who?' She didn't have a clue. And she was afraid that if she waited too long, it would never happen.She finally gave up the assessment of her body, donned the nightgown and got into her bed. Blowing out the candle, she prayed that she could sleep and that James was well in his bed in the. But I digress.No, what I'm thinking about here is the idea that hearing laughter coming from the parents' bedroom probably doesn't do the kid any harm. In fact, it's probably something really positive. That it might be accompanied or preceded or followed by grunts and groans and cries and squeaking bedsprings is a bonus, not to be sneezed at or refused in any way. We figured that was good.This story really isn't about our older son, Matt, mostly because he didn't display the interest in us that. I ignored the things and slid up close behind her without Kit in the least bit aware of my deviant behavior. I acquainted my ten fingers with her posterior anatomy and appreciated the fact that she pretended it was of no concern to her at all.Eventually, I managed to get a couple of fingers into her personal pudding and she just sort of stood there taking it in stride and allowing her orgasm to ripple from her toes to her curly dirty blonde hair. There were too many witnesses to do much more,. Her body responded sexually to the slightest stimuli now, she was aroused constantly and given more-than-ample opportunity to indulge her sexual fantasies. She had her little toys, but none of them knew her spots as well as adorable little Diana, her little golden treasure. Diana adored Angelique and had already had several little mini-cums of her own, so she asked ‘Master, would it be all right if I switched places with Angel and you could fuck her? I want her to cum Master, I know how much.