Our little problem of Phyllis needing more than one stiff cock had, at least temporarily, been solved. And I was still the “runaway train,” finally, slowly, coming to rest with feelings in my mind but my body in delightful exhaustion. I was anxious to find a penis I could suck. I could still feel my young girl cunt lips rubbing along Grandpa’s wet cock. There was Jack seeming to enjoy the scene…James working at me and ready to cum and there was Jack. Then…oh my God…a voice. He was finished for the day…for me…I might have handled still another but I didn’t tell him. “Really?” James said. It was grandpa. It made me shiver to think of it even now. It tasted a little salty but it was slippery and nice. The thing that is special about secrets is that some are so delightful or forbidden that they just seem to come out and be told to others.
