I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. His answer was short and what I would expect."You," he said instantly. "Can you come down to celebrate an...old man's birthday? I won't be having many more, you know."I was instantly concerned. "Are you sick, Grandpa?" No, nothing like that. I just miss my favorite granddaughter." Grandpa, I am your only granddaughter." Well that makes you my favorite one, doesn't it?" he quipped. "Besides, you have the best tasting pussy I have ever licked. And that. Mai sabko lane aur unkhe adjust karne me laga hua tha to sarelogo ke aane ke bad mai apne kam me lag gaya mai sam ko chhat par baitha todekha ki meri padosan bhabhi v chhat par ghum rahi thi jab usne mujhe dekha toawaj lagai mai apne chhat ke corner par gaya to kehne lagi aap mere jeth haimaine kaha nahi to usne kaha ki agar jeth nahi hai to ghar kyu nahi aate mainekaha mai bina kam ke kisi ke ghar nahi jata to usne kaha kisi ke bulane par toaana chahiye na maine v socha ki chalo chalte hai.Aur. With a "Bad Girl!" from Pam and a muffled swat on her fanny from me, Betsy reluctantly released me and plopped down on my rug to play. She sat Indian style, rocking back and forth while babbling baby talk to her dolly as her heels pressed against the crotch band of her plastic panty.There was a real therapeutic method to my perverted madness. Betty had been obsessive about her need for complete control. She had a compulsive hatred towards all men, and a cruel fetish to dominate and abuse. No, since Jenny had worked hard and was going to graduate seventh in her class she received a partial scholarship from Purdue University, to go along with the college funds I had set up for all of the kids at the Commune, for her eighteenth birthday I bought her a car. Nothing fancy, a used Honda Accord for her to drive to and from West Lafayette as well as give her a bit of freedom.Jenny did ask me about having sex and I gave her the same answer I gave the rest of the kids at the Commune; when.