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Dad's Old Laptop

"Damnit, not again," I muttered under my breath as the headboard in the bedroom next to mine began to smack against the wall. That room was where Grandma and Grandpa slept. If they kept to their usual routine the banging would end in roughly ten minutes. Little consolation for a first year college student trying to finish up an important paper for school. What could I say; apparently even at sixty-three years old Gramps was still a horny old bastard. I couldn't blame him, at sixty-one, Grams was still a fine looking woman. The only thing that torked me off was this was the fifth time in four days that the sound of that stinking headboard had interrupted my studies. The worst part was it was only seven-fifteen in the morning! I'm all for sex, but damn, they're retired, couldn't they at least wait until bedtime to bump uglies? Or better yet, wait until I had left for school? Roughly eight minutes later I heard a couple of grunts and the incessant banging slowed down then stopped. Grandma and Grandpa Carver were Dad's parents and they were staying with us until the renovations on their house were complete. Dad had said that it shouldn't be more than a month before the work was finished. They had only been here four days and it already felt like two weeks, I could only imagine what it was going to feel like after a month. With my concentration ruined for now I decided to finish up later. I removed the flash drive that held all my notes and powered down my laptop. Throwing on my ...

... clothes I rushed out into the hallway and ran smack dab into Grandma. She was coming from the bathroom with her head pointing down and didn't see me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her to prevent her from landing on her butt. Her tiny five foot four inches was no match to my six feet of lean hard muscles. "What the...? Russell Carver, you really should learn to slow down," she squealed, and then a puzzled look crossed her face as she noticed the odd stare I was giving her. I had let go of her and stepped back only to notice the robe she was wearing was untied and wide open. My eyes took in her ripe full breasts with less than the normal sag to them for a woman her age, before they swept down to observe the full bush of greyish-black pubic hair that covered her prominent mound. She had a small waist and soft wide hips that tapered down to strong firm legs. "Sorry Grandma," I stammered, my eyes locking onto the dark brown silver dollar sized areolas that topped her tits. It didn't take long for her to realize where I was looking. She glanced down and noticed the state of undress she was in. Swiftly she clutched the robe together as her face started turning all shades of red. "Oh my," she whispered sliding past me and scurrying toward her bedroom. "Hey Grandma," I called out. When she turned to look at me I added, "Lookin goooood!" "I can say the same thing to you," she snickered taking a quick glance at the front of my jeans before ducking into her room. I didn't have to ...