When grandpa Dempsey got on the whiskey he could be downright scary. Katie Ann knew these were times to stay away. She had seen others at the hands of...his violence before, and didn't want to be caught up in that storm.He was a dirty old man who spent time drinking and whoring in the bad part of town. He had never amounted to much - had never really worked and the house and what little else he owned was all through inheritance.Most of the company he kept was bad company.Well grandpa had worked. Anyway I've got to meet up with the girls for a coffee morning. They're dying to know how good you are in bed".She selects underwear from the special drawer (that you love to poke about in). You watch her pull on a pair of soft grey French Knickers, covering up that delicious smooth flesh you had your nose in only ten minutes ago. Next out is her favourite see-through grey lacy half-cup bra; clipped on and swung around to the front – tits gently stroked into place. One stray nipple, poking out. Again, she had mewait outside. Every time we stopped, a crowd of gawkers soon surroundedme. Most didn't even pretend not to stare. The openly gawked. This timeI had to wait much longer. I wished I could hide. I was embarrassed byall the attention. Part of me just wanted to drop to my knees and startsucking though. The crowd was getting pretty thick. Eventually, sheemerged with a rose gold smartphone. She handed it to me. I put it inmy purse."Can we go now, or do you need something else?" [Like,. I thought." "Rather provocative, wouldn't you say, with a stranger around the house?" "Well, since Frank had left, I had not seen hide nor hair of Hezron and figured he had gone into town. In the heat and humidity and in front of a hot stove, I wanted to be as comfortable as possible." "Was he gone?" "No, he was not. He had been in the study in Mike's liquor cabinet and he turned up in the kitchen just as I had pulled the first pies out of the oven. Since I didn't want to give the impression.