"I remained quiet as he slid his hand in my pants and began to finger my clitty."All you have to do is take care of Grandpa the way he takes care of y...u. Only in a different way."I didn't say anything. What choice did I have? I couldn't go back to foster care. I couldn't go back home. Who was I supposed to tell? Who would believe that good ol' Mr. Johnny Cason would do anything like this to a granddaughter that he had did nothing but pamper since he'd met her? I had no other choice. I sat there. Any soap is non US, toothpaste also. You only wear Batta boots or tire tread sandals, socks are wool and you coat your feet with carbolated Vaseline. Underwear rots on your skin and traps water so that goes too. You dress in tiger-stripe rip-stops with no rank or national insignia and carry weapons and web gear from the world over. There is no exposed metal that shines and glasses DQ one from even joining. You pack in the bare minimum and hope to hell you don't need any thing more. Silence is. I also told her about our dinner reservations.Casey was impressed. She picked out a very nice bikini and then I took her to our suite of rooms to change. Casey was impressed.When she emerged from my room I was already in my swim suite but she amazed me. That sweet innocent girl next door had just escalated up the ladder to gorgeous, glamorous, and a perfect ten. She had the best body of any girl I had seen. I had seen at least a dozen girl’s breasts.I let out a soft wolf whistle and said,. Guessing my intent, she inched to the edge of the desk and spread her creamy thighs, while bracing herself on her hands. I slowly started kissing my way up her smooth thighs, enjoying the soft skin as it rubbed against my face. Her thighs trembled as I worked my way toward her silken center. I teased around her slit, carefully avoiding her lips, feeling her squirm with pleasure. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and pulled my head to her slit, begging me to lick her. I began to slowly, and.