Seems grandpa was being 'dog-piled' in an effort to wake him up for breakfast. Cindy and Renee had joined in the fun, too, squealing happily and giggl...ng as loud as everyone else, especially when grandpa cheated and started tickling his attackers.After finally extricating myself, I was reprieved long enough to use the bathroom, but was informed that breakfast was being served and that, if I didn't hurry, there might not be any left. It was an empty threat--they waited for me. For the second. I would arrive at this place; Josh would say nothing when he opened the door, it was understood what I was required to do. I would strip at the door, leaving my clothes in a pile, then walk to the 'playroom' as he called it. Always waiting for me in the playroom was his big screen TV with another selection of his seemingly endless porn collection playing. Josh knew my weakness, and the television always featured huge cocks, huge tits...and always had the desired effect. Josh would leave me back. I tilted the candle and watched the hot liquid pour over the lip of the glass. It changed color in midair as it made its way to her calling breast. The hot liquid hit and splattered just above her nipple. It changed color again, as it ran down the slope of her breast. Her scream filled the room. Every muscle in her body tightened and strained against my rope. Her head thrashed left to right as the hot liquid cooled and hardened on her flesh. I picked up another ice cube and gently caressed. Trust me guys, there is a weak spot at the back of every girl, right place and the right amount of pressure will make every girl weak. I started to press and soon I could hear her moan, “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!”Those sounds started to make me rock hard. She removed my t-shirt, and I started kissing her shoulders and moved down to kiss on her boobs. Oh God, what soft and milky boobs those were. I was lost in my own world while pressing and kissing those. The view of her boobs in the red bra was the most.