"Just let me play for a few minutes," Grandma said and started in on my head with the curling iron.First, she parted my hair down the middle and then ...ombed the bangs forward. Then she took the curling iron and started curling everything up and out. When she was happy with the front, she went around the back of my head and made sure everything curled under just a little bit. Then she grabbed some hairspray from the dresser and had me close my eyes, while she sprayed and patted and fluffed for. I turned on the video and placed it on the edge of the desk, pointed at our intimacy. I groaned deeply, knowing time was running short. I took one last good look at her legs and imagined her on her knees, sucking me off. I closed my eyes, my minds eyes picturing her in a slutty short skirt, legging clipped to a garter belt and no top. Her big brown eyes looking up at me and she worked my cock like a champion. I pumped faster and faster, imagining her moaning for me to give her the gift she. Of course hers was nothing like mine in size! I would later learn that she too would grow to be quite impressive, due to the genetic re-write we had both received.Soon Mark started screaming all over again. The ass had followed me into the nursery just in time to get a peek at Michelle's cute little addition before I finished diapering her. I couldn't help it. "Control yourself!" I hissed as I, for the first time in our married, life struck my husband. While I'm not bulked out with hulking. Optimism is a wonderful virtue. It was a virtue we all clung to - desperately."Well, that figures." she grinned as she slipped around so that our hip bones touched. "Biffo never was one for being punctual." She looked at Nate. "Hey proletariat, you keep sucking like that you're going to end up in jail doing it for real."Nate raised an eyelid but kept his lips fixed around the lip of the vodka bottle. "Screw you." he mumbled, his voice distorted by the glassy echo.Bruno stubbed out his cigar in.