It was a Wednesday and I decided to take the rest of the week off as bereavement and keep mom company. We ended up going over to Grandma's house and ...aving some good food the rest of the week and weekend. The next week was a blur. I loved Grandpa and was genuinely depressed about losing him. He had suffered plenty his last 6 months and so it was bittersweet. I was glad he was no longer suffering but upset that he was no longer with us. When I got home on Friday afternoon, mom was not home. " And it's all small stuff!" I say, to complete the quote.Now we are kissing properly, by which I mean kissing where our whole minds and bodies are involved. This is so lovely coz now we can let our bodies just get on with it, and they do!Lips and fingers and tongues and the seeking out of each other's favourite places. That's the great this about a relationship like ours, we grew up together, we know absolutely everything about each other. Like I know that Helen LOVES when I touch her bottom.. Of course it was cold water, but I could get it into the industrial coffee pot, or the mister coffee from there. I figured that was all I needed.The refrigerator was a little smaller than the large one I had bought for the shack, but it was adequate. The camper also had a butane gas cook top. I was sure it had been replaced since it was a unit which was permanently mounted, but appeared to have been free standing at some point in time. I kept the refrigerator and electric stove from the shack.. Running my tongue over her lips, I felt her body dance upon mine. Her ass began to gyrate on my lap and her upper body softly churned, pressing her boobs into my hand before relaxing only to press even more to me.My tongue ventured further and I licked her small upper teeth. I drew my tongue fully across their fronts and my Baby Girl moaned. Tracing along the bottom edge of her teeth my body throbbed and she reached out to me. The tip of her tongue touched mine kissing as we continued our own.