“Listen, Grim, your grandmother is running on pure emotion right now. Everything in that house is associated with your grandfather. If she throws it...out, it’s like she’s throwing out your grandfather.”I smiled and shook my head. “Yeah, that would go over like a lead balloon. Still, have you ever heard the definition of a blivet? Ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag.”“So, we put what won’t fit into the storage unit. This time next year, Mom will be used to her new place and won’t associate the. She sure know how to awake me with pleasure.We pretend that we don't know each other and as we sit across from each other without speaking. She continued to caress me. Ohhhh, how I love the feeling of her toes, now under my trunks, rubbing up and down my shaft. I stretch out my leg and move my foot slowly up her right leg until I felt her thong covering. It was easy slipping my big toe under it and finding her clit. I pressed slightly and slowly rotate my toe. I can see the pleasure of it. But she's my daughter. Can I resist? They're all out; I could get up and take a cold shower, or put my clothes on and go for a walk outside. Maybe a shot of the cold out there would get Angel off my mind – not. What have I gotten myself into? Oh, I've thought about doing this since she was a young teen, but no matter how much I want her, she's still my daughter. How does Jeff do it, I wonder? I don't even think about it anymore when Arlene kisses him or acts like a wife to him. Shit, Angel has. "Close the door, Shelly," he snapped. "We don't want the whole neighborhood to see us." I'm sorry," the pretty redhead sighed as she shut the door. "I just lost my head when I saw what was happening." How come you didn't knock, Shelly?" Joan said angrily."And what are you doing here?" Vicky demanded.Shelly turned red as a beet, redder than her own hair. "Oh, shit, I don't know what to say. I know I'm being very rude. But I was sitting home alone, just dying for some company, and I decided to do.