What do you want for breakfast?”I could hear her clopping down the hallway to the door to downstairs.“Bacon and eggs.” She shouted back.“OK.�...I went through my normal bathroom routine and then headed downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, Erin was sitting at the table watching the doorway. She didn’t look happy.“It’s about time.”“So what would you like to do today?”“I’ll think about it during breakfast.”Getting everything ready I made what we called dip eggs. The whites fully cooked, but the yolk. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't find out the truth." Alan told her as he held her close. "I believe that I found out enough to actually give you an answer, mother." "Alan it wasn't that important right now I was...., Wait, did you just call me mother? It sounded like you were completely convinced now. What has changed?" Angelika asked. "I asked Uncle Emory if he remembered where that bunker was. He did, so I thought I might be able to visit it and find out a few answers." Here Alan. At first, when the theater was closed. But, later, we found it was a fucking turn on blowing our loads during the movie when the theater was packed. No one had any idea we were fucking in the balcony during the movies. God damn, we blew so much cum up there. Not just during movies, but, when it was closed. We would shoot our loads over the balcony, pretending the seats were occupied. One time, I think I shot a little over the edge by accident, during a movie, but I don't think anyone noticed.. "The rest of the week I couldn't concentrate on anything. When it was finally Friday it went by slower than molasses. I tried everything I could think of to pass the time, without letting on how excited I was about being alone with Grampa. By evening, I couldn't stand it; I had to go masturbate, in a way where no-one would catch me, but where? Then it dawned on me, I could take a bath and play.Knowing I wouldn't be disturbed during bath time, I gathered my robe, rushed into the bathroom,.