He had a lot of trouble getting to sleep but he didn't wake all night. Like normal, at 0630 he woke and dressed. His mother was still sleeping so he w...lked over to his grandparent's.John found Grandpa Stevens where he expected him this time of day. He was sitting on his patio listening to the stream bubble into the old swimming hole and watching the mist rise and obscure the pasture across the water. He was sipping his coffee when he caught sight of John."You're up and around awfully early. He let go of her. She followed his big hands to the button of his pants as he opened them. A small gasp escaped her, and she shriveled up in that chair, holding her legs.She bit her lip as she listened to his pants unzip.She gulped as he reached inside and pulled his underwear down.She gasped again when he pulled his cock out.He touched her hair again, caressing it.She looked up at him. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, a loud smack of his lips echoing in this empty room.There was. But then came my next big dread: boys. Shortly after she entered 9th grade, Monica started telling me all about a boy named Brian. He drank, he got into all kinds of trouble, he was constantly getting suspended from school. She told me all about his tattoos and piercings. For the first time, I felt that the wholesome environment I tried to raise her in was threatened. Nevertheless, I tried to keep an open mind and told Monica to invite Brian to dinner. When Brian walked through the door, it was. His smooth, round bum looked so good. To wake him, I slowly dragged the tips of my fingers down the middle of his back until I reached the base of his spine. As I did this a second time, he stirred as I feather-touched the top of his crack. He clenched his cheeks together slightly against my finger tips as he turned his head to look at me. He smiled a very sleepy smile and raised his hips against my gently massaging hand. When his hip on my side lifted off the bed it revealed his hot trouser.