That discovery led to me dashing up to my room to change into something that would meet the Palm Courts evening dress code. Yeah, I figured that I'd a...k Kylie for a dance or two.Back in the Palm Court, I joined Mr Blake who was in his usual early evening position, perched on a stool at the end of the bar. Later when Mrs Grace Leavie made an appearance, Jack Blake would join her at one of the tables.Grace Leavie was the only other resident guest, who I'd made friends with, or really liked. I do. Once I washed the face, in the same state I went to kitchen where she was cooking. We had chatted each of past 7 days while she cooked so it was but obvious on my part to join her there. When I entered, she threw a quick glance at me and then turned to cooking chores. That day, the conversation was stifled on her part, but I continued like business as usual. It took her two days to get used to my new dress code in home. On the third day she said in a sidetone"arent you uncomfortable this way". Suddenly, the girl above him fell flat onto his chest. Her tits smashed against him without warning. The two of them lay exhausted with their chests heaving, fighting for breath. A sticky, wet mess of cunt and cock juices coated their loins and stained the sheets beneath them. Pops turned on his side and his granddaughter cuddled against him. The two lay together and ardently embraced. Without speaking, they allowed a wondrous orgasmic afterglow to sweep them away. Inspired by forbidden. "Room 545." he said looking a bit scared. I had noticed another Harley on the way in. We took the elevator up. We exited and started walking down the hall. "543, 544, 545, here we are." Goblin said walking. I reached out and knocked on the door. Nothing. I wiggled the door handled. Locked. "You know what this means." I said grabbing my glock. Once everyone had their guns drawn I took a couple steps back, then I took one big one toward the door and kicked it by the handle. We funneled inside.