Chapter 48 Let Old Man Grant Be the Scapegoat

• After returning to the bedroom, I looked down to see a prominent bulge in my pants while my mind was fully occupied by Lynette.
• I wish I could grab them. They must feel so good. I grasped in the air, as if I was grabbing Lynette’s breasts, and made myself suffer even more. I even had a dark thought of taking this opportunity to sleep with both Jessie and Lynette, and put the blame on the old b*stard.
• However, I drove this temptation out of my head and convinced myself that one day, Jessie would climb into bed naked willingly.