That steamy spot you think about when your mind wonders into its deep sexual trance. Your thought people didn't have sex. You thought wrong of course. Monday through sunday grandparents point is the spot where those you respect the most go to fuck out their self-esteem issues. Like teenagers trying to hump their way to cool-ness, your grandparents go 6ft deep boasting the prowess of a chicken with its head cut off.
Jane: Hey bob, we gonna go to grandparents point before the christmas party again?
Bob: You know what Jane, lets fuck to the dickens. It'll be rad.