"Are you happy, my darling?" Oh yes, that weekend was lovely. I really enjoyed last night's party, and lunch today was a real treat. The Baxter's don'... seem like grown-ups at all - I wouldn't mind at all if they were my parents! Do you think they might want to adopt a daughter?"I squeezed her hand in sympathy; I knew that her relationship with her own parents never had been close or particularly affectionate; she had arrived ten years after her brother and was treated very differently. I. It cracks like a gun shot. I realise that I've raised my foot and I'm showing him the bright red bottom of my shoe. For some reason this produces a new wave of shame that washes over me and I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look at him again without blushing.I think it could not be more embarrassing and then a thought jumps into my mind like an unwelcome guest, Danny. Danny is Nicky's dreamy, younger brother and he enters my mind sometimes at the most inopportune times. Nicky knows it too,. Is that good?" I nodded yes. "Now over to the sink and we can getstarted." I spent the next two hours with washes, and chemicals being putin my hair. In between Barb would work on my nails. To my nails she addedextensions painting them with a variety of colors adding smallrhinestones that sparkled in the light. After my hair was blow dried Isaw my new color. It was a dark red that really made my blue eyes standout. The light perm worked just right. I could shake my head and thestyle would. ”“Gran,” I gasped as she slowly squeezed the final ooze from the end of my cock. When I looked into her face I could see that I’d come so forcefully that one lens of my grandmother’s spectacles was opaque with a stray dollop of spunk that had flicked against it. “That was--” I shook my head, staring at the woman who’d given me such an intense, toe-curling orgasm. “It was incredible. I love you, Gran,” I blurted. “Are we going to do this again?”“Later,” she said before leaning in close. My.