We listened to music which was a little on the loud side and everyone was having a good time.There were at least 15 guys in the apartment now everyone...was feeling no pain. Naturally in my condition the robe was constantly opening and I kept closing it. I was in that “I don’t care anymore” moment in life.Todd then said “Hon… Why don’t you just take the damn robe off everyone has seen you anyway?” At which time I said I don’t think so and asked the guys. Who wants me to shed my robe? Naturally. Putting the newspaper back up, I tried to get the highly charged, provocative picture out of my head. Too late! My pants began to tent.“Morning, Mickey! Don’t you think you ought to get dressed before coming down to breakfast?” I said, still struggling with the image of my grand-daughter in her underwear.Pushing the paper out of the way, she leaned over, her tee opening up at the neck, giving me a perfect view of her bare breasts. “Don’t you like my clothes, Gramps?”I tried looking her in the. I could feel the traces of my son's dried cum in my dark bush. Last night, I was so contented after our two rounds of lovemaking that thereafter, I immediately fell asleep.I looked at my son Jonny, lying next to me, snoring lightly. Jonny stopped sleeping in his own room, and was now sharing my bedroom. After all, he was the man of the house and his horny mom needed a daily quota of his hot deluge into her famished pussy. I glanced at his cock; it was hard, jetting like a flagpole from his dark. The drive home was largely made in silence, admittedly a different silence from that which they had endured on the way to Drimsynie. It was Gavin who managed to break the mood."Look if you don't all cheer up a bit I might have to kill you!" he joked.Although it was at best a weak attempt at a joke and at worst a painful reminder of everything that had changed between them in the past week, the black humour somehow suited the mood of the women and his mom and sister were suddenly laughing.