As the day before, walking was hard to get used to. I shook a little and struggled to get my stride. Grandpa laid out my clothes for church, “Sent...over by Kyle this morning.”I looked at the strange garments. “Um, Grandpa?” I couldn’t figure out what to do with it.“This is an old tradition. Every woman wears the same thing to church. It’s more like a custom that’s carried on since the 1950s here in town. I’ll help you.”The ‘clothing’ looked like a pile of rope in knots to me. Grandpa. ”“And I’m going to breed that cunt,” he groaned.“Yes, yes, yes, pump me full of your incestuous seed!”The bed creaked as I worked my cunt up and down his dick. The silky friction billowed through me. It made me tremble and groan. I shivered, my eyes rolling back into my head. Such rapture shot through me. My pussy clenched on his girth, my hips dancing as I worked myself into a hot froth.I wanted him spurting in me. I wanted him flooding me. His jizz pumping over and over into my snatch. I. What other surprises were in stall for me from this family? “She did take me by surprise,” I responded a little uncertain exactly what I was expected to say, “I was still dazed from our night together but she had a certain persuasive way about her and she most definitely takes after you in both her hunger and her skills.”Jane threw her head back exposing her throat in a lusty laugh “Ah, well then, we will have to introduce you to some more hunger and new skills tonight won’t we Paul?”“I think. I glanced at the clock on the instrument panel. Exactly eighty-seven minutes had elapsed since my conversation with Colonel Peterson. 'Not a record, but still a damn good average, ' I chuckled to myself."What's so funny, Major?" she asked over the intercom."Nothing, just a private joke between me and the Wing Commander," I replied. "Check your oxygen flow, Major. We'll be taking the high road tonight to save fuel." Already have and it's working just fine," she responded crisply, if somewhat.