Although the little old man had moved silently into the kitchen like a cat, Karen Johnson had heard her father-in-law coming down the steps from the in-law apartment he and his wife shared in the Johnson's house, and it was with a mixture of shame and excitement that Karen felt the kindly old-timer slide behind her as she rinsed her husband's coffee cup out.
"Guess who?" the retired railroad worker said as he kissed the back of his daughter-in-law's neck affectionately, much like any loving father would do, but what followed was nothing like many others did.
"Heard you coming Dad," Karen sighed as she set the cup down in the sink in anticipation of what was to follow, and predictably the spry senior in his pajamas leaned into his daughter-in-law's backside while his arms wrapped around his son's petite wife, his hands wasting no time as he probed under Karen's nightshirt.
"Coming... hmm," George sighed as he let out a typical double entendre, his hands sliding up under Karen's shirt and finding her tiny breasts with no problem, kneading the modest orbs roughly while nibbling her moist neck. "Sounds like a good idea."
"Jeff just left a minute ago," Karen said as her nipples responded to the rough handling despite herself. "What if he forgot something - comes back?"
"Then maybe the three of us could have some fun. Ever think of enjoying a little double penetration?" George snickered as his cock began to get hard against his daughter-in-law's ass while his hands cupped her breasts. "Boy, do I love these little titties."
"Dad..."
"Your neighbor's up early," George said as he looked out the window above the sink at the man next door who was putting something in his shed. "He's a decent looking guy. He ever make a move on you? You ever fuck him?"
"Of course not Dad. What do you think I am?" Karen protested as the weathered hands slid over to her sides and moved up.
"I know what you are. You're just like me Karen," George suggested. "You're a highly sexed person who doesn't get nearly enough from their spouse. That's why we get along so well, don't you think?"
Karen said nothing but stayed frozen at the sink, letting her father-in-law's hands roam freely under her shirt, and when they slipped under her arms and stroked the damp and deep recesses of her armpits she heard him moan softly.
"You haven't shaved in a couple of days," George noted as he stroked the dense stubble, making Karen shiver. "You letting the hair under your arms grow for me like I've always asked?"
"Can't Dad. Jeff would never let me do that," Karen mumbled.
"It would sure make this old hippie happy," he mused while grinding into her. "Seeing as how you've got such an incredible bush down below, I bet you'd have really bushy armpits like your mother-in-law did back in the day. Damn, you're a sexy gal. My boy is a damn fool not to nail you every night."
