Sadly for them they realised that it couldn't be avoided...there was no other way. Dying wasn't an option."Why don't we move into the living room wher... its more comfortable." Frank said as he made them walk slowly into the other room. "No funny business either or my gun will go off."Once they were there Frank pointed at the sofa. "Molly and David take a seat there...while Meg you sit down in that big chair."They all moved quickly to where they were told."Now Molly, why don't you show me how. Gerade als es ans Eingemachte gehen sollte und Opas Finger in meinem Muschiloch verschwinden konnte, wälzte sich Oma unruhig im Schlaf herum.Schrecksekunden!Meine Großmama wachte zum Glück nicht auf. Dennoch schien Opa Bedenken zu bekommen. Angst, dass Omi uns bei einem Tabubruch erwischen könnte?Als keine Reaktion von ihm erfolgte, drehte ich Opi erneut meinen kleinen Hintern zu. Ich kuschelte mich dicht an Großvaters Körper. Meine Pobacken drängten sich fest an seinen triefenden Schwanz. Ich. As I had put on my hood and emerged as required, both men gently rubbed by nipples and fondled my cock before guiding me out of the dressing room.My servants walked me along a long carpeted corridor, where I could hear the presence of other people, or more accurately… men.At the end of the corridor we stopped and I heard a sharp knock on a solid wooden door.A voice from inside said ‘Come’ and I thought ‘Not yet, surely’, one of my servants must have been a mind reader, because my left nipple. I was returning to a shitty job in a shitty mood. I had spent the entire weekend with my family-well excluding the eight or so hours when Beulah was gone Saturday evening-and felt so alone, so empty I didn't know what to do. Beulah had slept to noon both days, then Saturday evening she had gone out with her friends. Sunday she had read almost all day while Charlie and I tried to get the last visiting in before college. She had not even helped prepare any part of Charlie's going away BBQ meal..