Being with Jackie was all I could think about. If I'd had a piece of chalk, I would have been making hash marks on the wall in the bedroom.The empty p...ace in the garage where Ralph's car would usually be was filled with a silver BMW, Jackie's BMW. I stood in the open door from the garage to the kitchen and watched her get out and slowly walk my way with a slight swish to her hips pausing only long enough to become barefoot."Welcome home darling," I squealed. I felt like a c***d on Christmas. My Grandma took me in to keep each other company since Grandpa died from cancer the year before. Losing her husband and then her daughter one after the other completely devastated her. I remembered Grandma rarely smiled for years, unlike the Grandma I knew before. But we at least had each other. My father was the youngest of 4 from his parents. My mother and her mother didn't seem to get along very well with their in-laws. After my parents died, they became more distant because they were kept. Curiously, unexpectedly, some fingers have found their way beneath my bikini’s protective fabric; their soft pads slowly inching their way over the smooth skin of my pubis towards the persistent throbbing of my swollen clitoris. Moisture is collecting between my thighs, dampening yet more fingers that seem intent on stroking every inch of flesh as they steadily ascend. Beneath my palms all is movement; my thighs quiver and my stomach vibrates at every breath, every touch and as every trickle of. "Night, Daddy." Night, kitten." He left the room quietly.Back in his bedroom, he found Louise stirring. She looked up at him, through sleep-heavy eyes and then to the dock."The girls in bed?" she asked in a thick voice."Umm hmmn. I just tucked them in," he replied. His eyes left her and he began to undress. She stretched and sat up slowly, watching him undress. When he got to his shorts, she noticed the slight bulge. A tremor ran through her. Suddenly, she was awake. Her body juices were.