He was always setting Trish on his lap, or giving her horsey-rides on his leg, or tickling her all over her body. japanese So naturally, Jan assumed that the panties in the plastic bag in John's dresser drawer had to teen belong to her granddaughter. Of course, it never dawned on Jan--because she didn't take the time to closely examine them--that the panties she found in John's dresser might have been way too large to belong to a 9-year-old girl. But Jan just knew, deep down in her heart, that the man she thought she loved, was putting her granddaughter through the same kind of thing that Jan herself went through with one of her own uncles, when she was a young girl. Jan never told John about it, but she admitted to Lisa that her Uncle Ed had sexually molested her, under the guise of "playing little games" with her, and that he had done it on numerous occasions. "My God! That must have been a lot for you to handle as a young girl." Lisa said, empathizing with her mother. At the same time, Lisa seriously doubted Jan's claim that the panties she had discovered in John's dresser drawer were actually Trish's panties. After all, from what Lisa could remember, her father had never made any sexual advances towards her , throughout her entire childhood. Sure, he had changed Lisa's diapers when she was a baby, and given her baths when she was a toddler. And throughout Lisa's early grade school years, her father had even gone into the bathroom with her on several occasions, and helped clean her up after she had accidentally peed her pants, while she was outside playing with her little friends. But none of this had been sexual in nature, as far as Lisa was concerned. It was nothing more than a great father taking care of his little girl. And so Lisa just knew, deep down in her heart, that those panties of John's had to belong to someone who wasn't his young granddaughter, Trish. "Yes, it certainly was a lot to handle," Jan agreed with Lisa's assessment, and then went on to admit to Lisa that because of this traumatic childhood experience with her Uncle Ed, Jan had rarely performed oral sex on John throughout their entire marriage. And the few times that she did, she said that it was only because John had absolutely insisted on it. Jan went on to further confess to Lisa that she never allowed John to ejaculate in her mouth, during those rare times when she did "give in," and suck John's dick. "But, Lisa," Jan said, "the real point I'm trying to make here, is that after I found the panties in John's dresser drawer, I assumed that he was sexually molesting our granddaughter. And from that moment on, I had no desire to ever have sex with that man again. I would much rather fuck a amateur dildo three or four times a week. And so that's exactly what I did." Of course, John didn't know about Jan finding the panties in his dresser drawer. But he did know one thing for sure: He was stuck with a wife who didn't want asian to have sex with him anymore. He was too old to start over again, too faithful and moralistic to cheat on his wife, and still too young to entirely give up sex. And so he was forced to revel in his own masturbations. Nowadays, John loves to place Val's panties over the large head of his short penis. And while he rubs the slick nylon against his dick, he vividly remembers and re-lives the "special night" when he got those panties. CHAPTER 14 1969: The Real "Rude Awakening" John Ridgeway was only 18-years-old, when he woke up late one night to find his twin sister, Valerie, in bed with him, and playing with his little mushroom-shaped dick--which was already erect, due voyeur to a very erotic dream he had been having. Val had her hand stuck down inside the elastic waistbands of his pajama bottoms and his white cotton briefs, and she was wearing an unspectacular, light-weight cotton nightgown. "What the hell are you doin', Val?" John asked, when he woke up enough to realize that his own sister had her hand on his bare erect penis, and was fondling it. "Shhhh...You'll wake up Mom and Dad. Swapnil was struggling between watching the road and watching my fingers. You could almost say that they learned to love and please each other. “Better ask Lizzy?” I said and phoned her. Did he vaguely tell me that he was gonna fuck my brains out? Now you wanted to know why you, japanese well you see voyeur because of you she had to start steeling to survive. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second orgasm. He didn’t fault her for trying to drive the car, asian he knew exactly what was in her mind because he had taken it joy riding a few times himself before he was licensed. “Yes, it might be awkward,” she agreed, “But perhaps teen just amateur a quiet wedding in the chapel in the village?” We put our clothes on and headed out. “Please don’t say that!” She hissed, begging me with tears streaming down her cheeks, her lip trembling. I went to the light by them and turned it on before getting close to them again.