I finally had the house to myself and I was going to take advantage of it. My dad had taken Bimbo-Barbie (a.k.a. my step-mom) to Tahoe for the weekend... and my step-bitch – sorry, step-“sister” – was off with her vapid pack of friends doing who cares what. She was only sixteen, same as me, but she always acted like she was one of the grown-ups around here and I was just some stupid kid. I walked around the living room, not caring that the curtains on the three floor-to-ceiling windows that. Veronica looks up and grins, and cupping the base of my shaft and balls, engulfs about half of my 10' of jock meat into her mouth. She put her tongue right to work, and in just a couple of minutes had me at full bone. Damm—this bitch was good. She knew just how to tap that piss slit, and made my big mushroom head swell up till it started turning purple. “Damm” was all I could muster up.I grab her by the waist, and spinning her around, tell her to bend over, and grab the toilet seat. Reaching. " OK. But what do you think of my theory? You know him a lot better than I do." I'm thinking about it. But I'm thinking about whisky more. Come on, Glenmorangie to toast Edward's head one more time. I'm a grandfather. Isn't that great? Except that I'm married to a grandmother now."Once we were back at his flat, and he'd made two steaming mugs of the most wonderful, rich dark black coffee. And had poured, with extreme reverence, two glasses of this Orkney's whisky, the name of which I'd already. It didn't leave me muchchoice. "I'm not drinking any more breast milk! Especially not from yourbreast!"She sighed and brought a bib over and tied it around my neck beforeputting the tray on and setting the bowl of mush and the bottle in frontof me. As she stirred the concoction my stomach did some flip-flops,'That looks awful...' I thought to myself."Open up for the choo-choo!" she told me a second later and brought aspoon up to my lips.I started to say, "Ne..." and it was a mistake as the.