Wave after wave of his thick white semen gushed outward and raced over her naked flesh. His body ground spasmodically into hers, his finger still fucking up inside her, thrusting, tickling, increasing the powerful orgasm he knew she was experiencing. The delicate pink ridges of her orgasmically seeping young vagina moved and contracted wildly as she continued to cum deliciously around his fingering digit. She clung dizzfly to him, overwhelmed by what was happening… never having dreamed she could feel such a strong sensation, even though she had secretly witnessed her grandmother's extreme climaxes on more than one occasion.

It was better than anything she could have imagined, and she whimpered with emotion, crying out her pleasure, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The cabin bed creaked beneath their gyrating bodies, until finally they were still. John's heavy breathing filled the small room. The sheets and covers were soaking wet beneath them, and Nancy's short dress was hopelessly wrinkled. Nancy shuddered against her grandfather and then twisted her body a little to the side. His finger was still imbedded deep within her tingling pussy, and the change of angle set off another short, quick little orgasm inside her. Her hand closed again around the wet semi-hard prick that had just inundated her belly with its heated jism, and her thighs began to quiver, her cervix once more hungrily extracting pleasure from her stunned grandfather.

"Ooooh ooooooooh again again gramps!" she crooned desperately, "Again!"

CHAPTER THREE

Tricia walked slowly in the direction she had seen her father take some time ago. She had been waiting for him to retum, having decided that she had to talk to him about what had happened between tbem. She had to somehow try to explain why he had caught her doing such an evil thing with Susan… for she believed this to be the primary cause of his actions with her.