We gradually slipped into a routine that respected my right to privacy (as if I would even know) and her right to cohabit the house. The enticing smel... of chocolate always told me when she was about to appear. I never doubted there had to be a sound scientific explanation for her existence, but I had to accept that science might not advance far enough in my lifetime to explain it.The sex, of course, was the center point of our relationship. She came to my bed every night and did things to me. My nipples are hard and are begging for your attention. But you are fast asleep. I settle down between your legs and blow a small puff of air on your cock and you groan. I then take you into my mouth and enjoy the velvety feel of your dick. My hair forms a veil and hides my actions. You drag your fingers through my hair and tuck the strands behind my ear as you wake up.'Mmm... What are you doing, baby?' you ask me and rise on your elbows and look at me with sleep laden eyes.'What do you think I. Striding to that spot, she looks over her unfertilized spawn, a thousand year old instinct effecting her thoughts, making her aware of the need to give them their finishing coat, the need to find a male to finish the cycle...Their truck bouncing along the worn country road; Will, Allison and Marcus drive toward the site for their post graduation camping trip. An odd trio, the three have been friends since grade school. Will being the heart of the group, always keeping the friendships strong.. “Piss and give me a clue Gran,” I giggled but half meaning it.“Don’t be a daft haporth Jim, I haven’t put that much on,” she snickered back.“You fucking have, enormous, but I still love you,” I retorted, grinning up my 67 year old grandmother on my dad’s side, from a so called vantage point between her cellulite dimpled thighs.“Hmm! Well I’m please to hear that. Only been away six years, put a bit of...”“Fat on...”I interrupted.She reached down over her bulk and tried to slap my head, but.