I then “shot gunned” her, took another drag on the joint, kissed her and released the smoke into her mouth. While I kissed her, I started playing ...ith her tits and squeezing her nipples through her blouse.When her nipples started to get hard and she started to moan, I looked over to Van and saw that she had one hand inside her blouse, playing with her own tits.Standing on one side of the chair, I continued to kiss Pat and waved Van over. She got up, crossed the room, knelt down on the other. And other places. It had been a long time since she had talked about sex, mostly because she hadn’t been having any. And being that Mable was Charlie’s mother, she wondered how much detail she should share about her conjugal reunion with him last night and in what way. However, she quickly decided to throw caution to the wind and let the conversation flow where it may.“Well, to be honest, I think Charlie and I owe a lot of what happened last night to you and Papa Bob,” replied Erika. Pulling the blanket uncovered me, I was upstanding. “Dave, is that thing never resting?” Seems that it was open season to laugh at poor old Dave. I didn’t mind, given what had happened last night.The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny). Sometimes when the wind didn't blow the sailors would whistle to make the wind come. My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. (William, age 7)8) - Mermaids live in the ocean. I like mermaids. They are beautiful and I like their shiny tails, but how on earth do mermaids get pregnant?Like, really? (Helen, age 6)9) - I'm not going to write about the ocean. My baby brother is always crying, my Dad keeps yelling at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't.