He reached into the cupboard for a can of soup, but it was just beyond his reach. He got on his top-toes and stretched as far as he could, but only su...ceeded in knocking it further back on the shelf, so he gave in and used a chair as a stool.As he held the can in his hand, he noticed that his fingernails were a little too long. They made his fingers seem slender and ladylike. A quick check of his toes confirmed that he must have forgotten to cut them as well, but he would worry about that in. I shook my head. “I haven’t been bad, Daddy. I’m sorry.”“Oh, honey, your daddy is still teasing you,” Grandma said. Her hand found mine. She squeezed it. “Just relax. He’s an amazing lover.”“Yep,” Mommy said. She winked at me. “Ooh, I’m going to fuck your Grandma so hard while you become a woman.”“Yes!” Grandma moaned, squeezing me. The dildo was sliding into her pussy, filling her up. Grandma’s face twisted in delight.I wanted that.“Daddy, please,” I moaned, my thighs locking around his waist.. She had gone to the local Junior College and earned a Law Enforcement degree and then worked for quite a few years in Houston as a local Constable. She had returned home about a year ago and was quickly working her way up the Sheriff’s hierarchy. Not a few folks were already saying that Brenda could become the next County Sheriff when our old long-time incumbent retired in another few years. Brenda was not a conventional beauty, she was neither waif thin, nor did she have cheekbones to die for.. I wasn’t sure if he realized that his shifting gears and accelerating the way he was kept bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, but I was pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing. By the time we pulled into the beach parking lot fifteen minutes later, my panties and jeans were soaked through and the seat of the bike showed a wet spot. My legs were still quivering from all the orgasms, and I was sure that Ben would know exactly what had happened. As he got off the bike, Ben’s eyes locked on.