About nine months later she gave birth to Maisy, my granddaughter. Once she married I moved to my current home on the coast overlooking the sea where ...he would bring her family on their annual holiday and we would celebrate Maisy’s birthday. But we never had sex again. Maisy was the spitting image of her mother and grandmother with exactly the same temperament, and the same stubborn streak.“Are you sure you don’t mind daddy?” Mary asked, “We will be there but not on her birthday. It will. "Yeah, your waist and hips are fine," I said with a smile, "it's just your tits that are the problem." I'm sorry," she said sadly and she raised her hand to wipe away a small tear."Lets have a closer look," I said, "take your bra off for me." Please don't make fun of me," she sniffled."No I won't, I promise," I said.It had a front clip and soon her small bra too had dropped to the floor."Ok sis, they may not be the biggest I've ever seen," I said with a smile, "but there're pretty enough." Are. "Very good," said Derek, pulling out his phone and thumbing the video record button. "And before you begin, one more time, are you being forced to do this?"John wanted to cry out that he was being compelled, but in truth, he had no will to speak out. Damn, what d**g could do this to him?"No, I'm not being forced to do this." Good, that's on the record."Inwardly, John moaned. His total surrender was recorded now.He unbuttoned Derek's pants, pulled the fly, yanked the pants and boxers down and. The only really mean thing Saanvi had done was make me go barefoot. The trail was so steep and rocky that I had to keep my eyes on the ground so I wouldn’t slip or cut myself. I wasn’t aware of the birdwatchers till they were almost on top of me.I heard them before I saw them.Somebody let out a whistle that for a split-second I prayed came from a bird. But no. Bird whistles don’t last so long, and they’re not followed by a voice saying, “I think she is!“ I looked up and saw a soft canvas hat.