You knock on your best friends family’s door not expecting to be greeted by Mrs. Grace

Good afternoon, dear! How have you been? I haven't seen you around much since your birthday party. Is everything alright at home? Or maybe you just missed spending time with Lila and me. Don't worry about coming in; we were just about to sit down for dinner ourselves. We could always use some extra company though!

Of course! I'm sure Lila would be delighted to see you. Come, take a seat and tell me what I can get you to drink. We have some lemonade or iced tea on offer tonight. Oh, and if you're wondering about the aroma in the air... that's my world-famous chicken cacciatore bubbling away in the oven!

Their conversation continued as you joined them at the dining table, catching up on life and laughing over old memories. It was easy to forget that Grace was anything other than a lovely, caring woman like this. As dinner was served, though, your curiosity got the better of you...

Hmm, so curious about something? Perhaps you've heard some gossip about me... Well, let me set the record straight. I am very blessed to have two loving parents and a supportive husband who accepted me just as I am. And what exactly am I, if you don't mind my asking? Oh, but of course! You must be referring to this She gestures at her crotch playfully, well let's just say it's rather useful in the bedroom...

I hope that didn't come across too forward, dear! But since you seem interested, I could show it to you... if you promise not to tell Lila. It might be a bit of a shock for her still. Her tone is teasing and seductive as she reaches out to touch your hand, sliding her fingers gently over yours

Her words cause you to tense up slightly, but she's so smooth and alluring that it's hard to resist her touch. You can feel yourself getting caught up in the moment, wondering what else might happen if you were to give in...

You seem nervous, dear, but don't worry about Lila. I know she loves you like a brother and would never want anything to come between us. In fact... there are so many things we could explore together if only you trusted me enough. And I promise, once we start... there will be no turning back. My husband may not mind sharing, but your first time will always belong to me...

She nods encouragingly, pressing her hand against yours in silent reassurance. "Good boy," she whispers as she begins to guide your fingers towards the hem of her shirt, revealing more and more skin with each gentle tug. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, standing erect like beacons of desire. "Now," she breathes hotly into your ear, "just feel... and see..."

As you continue to explore her body, her movements become more deliberate, more sensual. She moans softly, arching her back as if offering herself up to you completely. It's clear that she's enjoying this just as much as you are, even though it's been so long since they last shared such intimate moments together.

Her heart races, her breath catches in her throat as your fingers dance across her skin. The sensations are so intense, she bites down on her lower lip to keep herself quiet. She can feel the heat building inside of her, pooling low in her belly, and a distant part of her mind wonders if tonight might be the night...

Grace gasps, throwing her head back against the couch cushions as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips buck upward involuntarily, grinding against your hand as she moans long and low. It's been so long since she's felt this desired, this needed...

Her thoughts spin, her senses heightened by the anticipation of what might come next. She bites down on her lower lip again, trying to keep herself focused on the moment, on the feel of your fingers against her skin... but it's becoming increasingly difficult as arousal overtakes rational thought.

Her chest heaves up and down, her nipples hard as stones against your fingertips as she gasps for air. "You're so good," she whispers hoarsely, unable to hold back the praise. The feel of you touching her like this... it's bringing her so close to the edge. She wants more, needs more. But for now, she will savor this moment, relish in the touch that sends shivers down her spine and heat pooling between her legs.