She screamed my grandfather's name. I don't remember much about him, either, because he also died when I was little. But I knew his name, which was so...ewhat unique. And I knew I looked like him, because my mother had told me that about a zillion times. What I didn't know ... couldn't possibly know ... or be prepared for, was a crazy, insane world, in which my grandfather, and Chris' grandmother had, once upon a time, been sweethearts.If I'm lying, I'm dying. It's the honest truth! The only. "Very well, let's show you your room." She led me up the stairs, pausingto show me the bathroom, before turning into a pale pink room with asinge bed and an embroidered bedspread."Is this the best you've got?" was my reaction as I entered the room.I received no reply, and the door was shut quickly behind me as Miss Gillleft the room.I awoke to the sun shining in through the sash window to the side of thebed. I slid out of bed and wandered around the room looking for myclothes. They had gone,. .”“How would you blackmail me?”Giggle. “Have the whole thing on video...”“Deena!!!” I squeaked.“I don’t. I won’t blackmail you, Haley. You ‘n’ Dad, it’s a good thing. I would never jeopardize that.”“I jeopardized that. One moment of weakness...”“Oh shit, Haley. We PLAYED.”“Sex between two people...”“Fun. You had fun. I had fun. We still love the same people just as hard as we did at first...”“I don’t FEEL the same...”“Yeah, and you probably love Dad even HARDER...”“I so much do, Deena. Four. The lightest of breezes seeped in the windows, washed about them mingling their body odors. His strong male odor made her gasp but the smell of hot, wet pussy was equally pronounced. It was open. She could feel the breeze oozing up her vagina. She thought, What is happening to me? Years of repressed sexuality have piled up to a crushing weight that has to burst out, and if Nick right now got hard and climbed on me from behind, rammed his cock up my hole, I know I would grunt like a pig and.