My cum was dry on her face and Grandpa’s cum between her legs. There was a smile on her face. Damn, she looked good.“How did you like that?” he ...sked.“It was as good as I imagined, but I want to fuck her,” I replied.“You will in good time,” he said.“Can we talk? I’ve got a million questions.”“Start,” he said as he plopped down in Dad’s old easy chair and put his feet on the coffee table.“You’re going to get her pregnant?”“Yes.”“Why?”“Because I want to,” he said.“But why do you want to?”“Women. After holding the sponge under the shower I rub it around my pussy lips. My body trembles slightly as I feel my own sensitivity. I imagine you’re standing behind and me and I drop the sponge, leaving my fingers… your fingers to explore. I squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples firmly. It feels so good and I continue to massage my right breast as my right hand slips between my pussy lips and the wetness from the shower, quickly becomes the wetness inside my little love hole. My clitoris isn’t. Aided with a fatty diet, I was developingwide hips, well padded and jiggling. My chest needed a bra now andSheila made sure that I was always well wired, lifted andseparated. I dried my tears and waited for Sheila to say something. I hadbeen conditioned to speak only when spoken to. "Sweetie, when you're done with your ironing, yourhairdressing subscriptions are in. Make sure you read them all." "Yes, M'am, I will read them all. May I ask a question? "Certainly, you may. If. Do you think its possible?” Suddenly sexual tension began to fill the room, or maybe it was just my imagination. She was looking at me, seemingly pleading with me to answer her. As if the question was really important to her. I answered the best I could. “I think anything’s possible”, I tell her. “If two people love each other, sometimes they look past their differences, and…come together.” She nods. “That’s very wise”, she says with a slight smile. I smile back. “Thanks”, I tell her. We sat.