We can't change what's happened. Those girls are my grandchildren, and I'm going to treat them like any other grandchildren. No, I'm going to treat th...m better, because they're special. Let's face it, they ARE different, remember? For instance, Nathan and Kathy don't have any in-laws. There's just me!" Yeah, Allison, I guess you're right." Luckily, I don't have any living relatives so I don't have to explain anything to them. We're, you and I, are their only living relatives now. I hope you. I said goodbye to Patty and thanked her for stepping in at the last minute to be a chaperone. All the time trying to act like we had a normal week at the cabin in the hopes that Peter would not notice that I was walking a little bow-legged because my pussy felt a little raw. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully abused pussy recovered.Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during. He moved to the right breast and gave it similar attention he was excited by the sight of milk seeping out and wanted to suck on the nipples and drink the milk. I had to dissuade him telling him that the baby was due for its feed; he was not happy about it but let it pass and then he moved lower. His kisses and licks moved to my naval and then around the soft roundness of my belly. He began to salivate as my scent of my pussy juices hit him. His soft sighs turned to gentle moans as his lips. “When Dennis was talking about Maeby, he said she was moving to a firm here in Phoenix! Did you know anything about that?”“Yeah, it was sorta, kinda my idea Mom,” Richie admitted. “She hadn’t made any firm decisions when we left after Christmas. But I’d made her see that she held all the cards. That she could call the shots. Any time we’ve talked on the phone since has been more about well, you know...”“What do I know? That my slutty little Sis is trying to steal my baby daddy? That blonde.