The day was spent doing stuff around the house for a while, cleaning, tidying, gardening. I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this....They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came back. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was. Plus, that you really don't want your girlfriend to seewhat I got on my phone. If we don't come to some solution, faggot, youain't never going to get your hands on them big round titties again.Ain't never going to stick your miniature dick in her sweet pussy nomore. And I'm just saying, with how small your pecker is, I don't see youhaving much chance to lead another girl that dee-sire-able into yourbedroom. You might get some fatties and uglies, and probably end upmarried to one of them. So. My tongue was some kind of secret weapon. Both times I had stuck it out to its full length the person I was kissing with went crazy. (Mari had tiered up and then told me that she loved me, and now Vicky was humping my ass). Eventually she turned me over so that she was lying on top of me. She squashed her tits into mine and we made out for a long time. Then after a little while she asked me if I wanted to go inside. We went into her bedroom, took off all our clothes and made love for about two. He was widowed, lived alone, liked girly magazines, was a good tipper and always showed an interest and gave advice to his young paper boy.The weeks passed with me looking and waiting and finally one morning I saw him again and this time the shelter was empty. I was the only occupant and he was in full view in his window, just him and I, as even the street below was empty.His darkened form faced me as the light from over his shoulder hid everything I wanted to see, and I assumed he could not.