She moved so that her face was so close to my dick that I could feel her hot breath on my dick through my boxer briefs. Once she had my shorts down to...my knees, she let them fall to my ankles and slid her hands up my thighs as she stared at my dick with her mouth and eyes wide open. She then looked up at me, bit her lip hard and shook before her eyes went right to my dick again.“Yummy.” She whimpered before she looked up at me, my dick, then Allysa who was taking a bunch of photos of her. I didn’t mind because sleeping over at Grandma’s was like getting a mini vacation every week from my family. After a few months, Grandma finally came out of her depression and began to act like her old self again, going out volunteering at the church and visiting friends. Even during her despair, she was always warm and affectionate to her loved ones. I continued my weekly visits; Grandma made sure that her Thursdays were always free so that she would have the entire day to spend with me.It was. She wore a bra, but it was a training bra, little more than bumps beneath it, her nipples just tiny brown tips. Her hips were still blooming back then, her ass not even formed. She was just a spindly, awkward girl. No wonder he closed the blinds so quick. The beer buzz gave her the nerve to do it. She would try again. She turned on her lights, even her nightstand lights until they were all on. She stood in front of the window, facing the long mirror on the stand. She looked at her reflection;. I don't know how one path would have led to another and finally to this."Forward," Bill tells me when I start getting morose over my history. He's done it a lot of times. I explained to him all about how I was."'Was', that's one thing. Can't do anything about that now. 'Is'," he said, holding me, "is very pretty and very satisfying. And 'Gonna be' is something you and I will face together." Just in case you wonder why I married him. That's one reason of a list too long to print.Bill hands me a.