Chapter 1770
"Uh-huh!" Grace's breathing became heavy and rapid, her heart racing, desire burning high. Kevin's tongue licking her mons pubis made her vaginal discharge flow uncontrollably. She couldn't help but say, "You rascal, stop licking and come in quickly."
Kevin couldn't wait to strip off his clothes, leaving Grace completely naked. Straddling her voluptuous body, he grabbed her full breasts, kneading and sucking for a while before thrusting his cock into Grace's hot vagina, pushing deep into the wet and tight cavity.
Grace felt Kevin's thick, hard cock pushing to her cervix, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her vaginal discharge flowed continuously as her legs wrapped tightly around Kevin's waist, moving her plump buttocks in rhythm.
The warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the balcony window, illuminating the scene of a mature beauty and a handsome young man entwined on the sofa, engaging in passionate intimacy. Kevin felt Grace's vaginal walls enveloping his cock, like sinking into a hot, slippery swamp. The sensation of the flesh squeezing and sucking on his penis overwhelmed him, driving him to lose himself in Grace's intoxicating body. Driven by desire, he thrust his penis in and out, separating her closed vaginal walls, hitting her cervix, touching her buttocks, creating a rapid rhythm.
"Ah!" Grace couldn't help but moan under the pressure of Kevin's large penis. Perhaps due to making love in the living room, she dared not scream loudly, fearing that their neighbor Tom might hear. Tom had a good relationship with her husband, Byron. Biting her lip, she writhed her plump buttocks, letting Kevin's cock penetrate her vagina repeatedly, gradually bringing her to climax.
Meanwhile, Chad walked in carrying a jar of pickled vegetables, heading towards Grace's apartment.
He usually lived alone in a bungalow on Pixel Path and rarely visited his son Byron's place. Despite Grace's several attempts to invite him to live together, Chad always declined. After all, Byron's house was not spacious, with Byron and Grace sharing a room, and their grandson Andy occupying another. Chad thought it would be better to live in his bungalow to avoid conflicts due to different living habits and Grace's strong personality, which might put Byron in a difficult position.
As long as they were doing well, he didn't mind enduring some discomfort. Chad entered the apartment building, carrying the heavy jar of pickles upstairs. Grace loved his pickles, and since she mentioned last week that they had run out, he decided to bring her a jar. Knowing how busy Grace was as a teacher and with Andy, he wanted to help ease her burden.
Upon reaching the second floor and about to unlock the door, Chad heard faint sounds of a woman's voice from inside. He paused, wondering if Byron and Grace were making love. Pressing his ear against the door, the sounds suddenly disappeared, as if it were just his imagination. After hesitating, he knocked on the door a few times.
There was no response from inside, so Chad knocked again. This time, Grace's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
"Grace, it's me, Chad," he said loudly. "I brought you some pickles."
"Oh, coming!" The door opened quickly, revealing Grace in a nightgown, looking a bit embarrassed. "Dad, why are you here? I was napping just now and didn't hear you. Come on in."
"It's okay, my bad for not calling ahead," Chad said with a smile, holding out the jar of pickles. "You mentioned last week that you were out of pickles, and I thought of your busy schedule, so I brought some over. Didn't mean to disturb your nap; I should have come later."
"Dad, please don't say that. You're welcome here anytime, no need to be so formal," Grace blushed, taking the jar of pickles from Chad. Seeing him still standing outside, she urged, "Dad, come in."
"Oh, no need, I'll just head back. You guys continue resting," Chad said, glancing at Grace's chest and noticing the small protrusions on her nightgown. He was shocked to see she wasn't wearing a bra. Remembering the sounds he heard earlier, he became more certain that Grace and Byron had been intimate. Feeling uneasy, he didn't dare stay any longer, thinking Grace might be upset with him for intruding.
"Come in and rest for a while, Dad. Byron's not home," Grace said, noticing Chad sweating and carrying the heavy jar of pickles. She couldn't let him leave without coming in, or others might think she was too bossy.
Surprised that Byron wasn't home, Chad found it strange that Grace was napping alone without a bra. He then remembered that young people nowadays and older folks had different habits, like sleeping naked. As he looked at Grace's thighs under the nightgown, his heart skipped a beat. Quickly turning his head away, he stammered, "Grace, it's cold in here. You should wear more layers to avoid catching a cold."Grace found it strange that the living room was warm with the heater on, not cold at all. She noticed Chad avoiding eye contact, seeming hesitant to look at her. Puzzled, she glanced down and realized she had hastily put on clothes earlier without wearing a bra, causing her nipples to be visibly erect.
Her face flushed red, and she quickly grabbed a trench coat from the coat rack near the door to cover her exposed chest. Wanting to explain to Chad, but unsure how to, she decided to first take the jar of pickles to the kitchen.
Upon returning to the living room, Grace saw Chad sitting on the sofa motionless, which made her anxious. She and Kevin had just been intimate on the sofa, and hearing Chad knock on the door had caught her off guard. In her confusion, she had only managed to send Kevin back to the room to hide and quickly straightened the sofa, unsure if any traces were left behind.
Grace walked over slowly, feeling uneasy, and asked, "Dad, is there something else you need?"
"Grace, I do have something I want to talk to you about," Chad said with a hint of awkwardness, struggling to find the right words.
Seeing Chad's hesitation, Grace grew curious, wondering what he wanted to discuss. Suddenly, she remembered the time she accidentally bumped into Chad Hand Job in the Maple Grove High School guardhouse and had voluntarily helped him out. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that Chad's sudden visit today might be to ask for her help again. Otherwise, there was no need for him to specially deliver a jar of pickles.
"Dad, if there's anything you need, just tell me. I'll do my best to help. Don't be shy; we're family," Grace reassured him.
Seeing Grace's reaction, Chad quickly stood up, realizing she might have misunderstood. "Hey, I just wanted to ask if you still have any contact with that Chase guy."
"Dad, what do you mean? I haven't been in touch with Chase for a long time," Grace replied, surprised by Chad's question about Chase. "Did Byron say something to you?"
"No, it wasn't him," Chad hurriedly explained, rubbing his hands nervously. "Grace, don't be angry. I overheard people talking outside a few days ago, saying that Chase is back in Harmony County and frequently seen in our neighborhood. Since you had a past relationship with him, I was worried you might get confused, and it could lead to trouble."
"Dad, who's spreading rumors about me behind my back? I'll go find them and set things straight," Grace said, her face flushed with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. Her ample bosom heaved dramatically. "If I had an affair with Chase, I'd jump off the building right now."
"Grace, there's no need for that. I was just saying," Chad said, flustered by Grace's strong reaction. He smacked his mouth a few times, trembling, and said, "It's my fault for doubting you. I was wrong. Please don't be like me."
Seeing this, Grace reached out and grabbed Chad's arm, biting her lip. "Dad, this has nothing to do with you. It's between me and Byron. I'll talk to him about it later."
Chad couldn't sit still any longer, regretting bringing up the matter in the first place. Grace had a fiery temper, and if this led to a divorce between her and his son, he would be the one to blame. Trembling, he took out a crumpled passbook from his pocket and placed it on the table, tears streaming down his face. "Grace, don't blame me for being nosy. I just want you and Byron to live a good life. I know you had feelings for Chase before. Marrying Byron was a compromise for you. Please don't divorce Byron. This is the money I've saved over the years. Use it for a down payment if you buy a house in the future. I'll take my leave now."
Watching Chad's trembling figure, Grace suddenly felt guilty. Even though she hadn't rekindled her relationship with Chase, she had betrayed her husband. Just minutes ago, she had been intimate with Kevin. Chad's words implied that even if she had truly strayed, he wouldn't mind. This made her feel even more ashamed. She knelt before Chad, tears streaming down her face, and said firmly, "Dad, I swear that no matter what happens in the future, I will never divorce Byron. Please trust me."
"Good child, get up quickly," Chad said, reaching out to help Grace up. Accidentally, his fingers touched Grace's breast, and the unfamiliar sensation made him shiver. Thinking about Grace not wearing a bra under her nightgown, her breasts exposed, he couldn't help but have a physical reaction, feeling his cock hardening.
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