Still, she applied herself and for three hours she was able to keep from thinking about John. At least most of the time.After work she was ambivalent ...bout doing anything. She thought about going home, but that house held nothing for her in terms of either memories or the appeal of living there. She didn't want to stay at Cindy's because she knew that when Danny got home, she'd have to go over the whole thing again with him. She just didn't want to do that right then. She didn't feel like. Forcing my eyes to focus I crossed a road and continued on my way, which wasn't easy for apart from being pissed I was sporting one mother of an erection. Unlike most males I didn't suffer from brewer's droop, booze only made me more randy and the more I drank the harder my cock got and I had downed one hell of a skinful that night."Fuck it!" I swore at an innocent lamppost.Forty minutes later I reached home, despite it being well after one in the morning there was a light on in the living room. "Like that! Like that!" groaned grandma Lilly.I then lifted grandma Lilly's thick legs up, and holding onto them, began to pound into her harder and faster, and she groaned louder, and then Steve did the same to my grandmother, and the room was soon echoing to their moans."Oh god! I'm going to cum if you keep doing that!" groaned grandma Lilly to me."Yeah?" I asked back "Do you want to? Do you want to cum on my teen cock?" Yes! Yes! Make it happen! Make it happen!" she groaned back.So I carried. His hand was still a little small for the pistol, so I had him concentrate on using both hands while shooting. It was also a little bit of a battle to get him to wait until his target was within range. To me, that meant a maximum of 50 feet, and more likely 25-30 feet. There was no problem getting Johnny to take the time to aim his shot, so I was confident that we could trust him to be an asset in any gun battle. His primary responsibility was to protect his little sister, but that seemed to.