Again, I wanted to walk in with my cock out and start fucking the shit out of her, but I didn’t. I crept back to my room. Only that would happen in ... dream… I thought to myself. But I was wrong.I woke up remembering what had happened last night. My dick began to stir as I pictured my grandma’s delicious pussy being hammered by the black dildo. “Jonny!” she called. I walked downstairs and breakfast was on the table, she had made pancakes. Pancakes are very unusual for grannie, she never makes me. Not even bothering to close the door first, the girl dropped on the toilet, started to pee, and then took a monster dump. The smile on her face told me she was glad she didn’t do it in her clothes like she had planned when having her meltdown.“Look. I don’t know who you are, but here are some clothes that Carrie’s parents sent down when we told them she was having a meltdown. They said we had to wait it out. Carrie is her name. She will eventually tire herself out. Them coming down wouldn’t. I gasped of pleasure and throw my shirt onto the sofa. Flexing my muscle, just a little to get me really in the mood thing (it’s a bit weird, I know, but that’s what I do). She unzips my pants and they droop to my ankles. Standing just in my underwear I realize that I don’t have any condoms at home and I have not asked her if she can get pregnant or if she’s on the pill. Do I risk a more complicated situation by risking not asking or will it be better just to ask? The questions spinning round. Mom said that she would but asked Stacey if I could still fuck her.Stacey said, “Only during your period. Otherwise you need to keep Dad satisfied so that he leaves me alone.”Mom said, “Okay honey!”Chapter Four: Week Three, Our Last WeekAs we slipped into our last week at Yellowstone National Park Dad moped around the campsite while I had two beautiful nude models to photograph everywhere and in every way. Mom insisted that I take some pictures of them with clothes on so that we could show them.