“So, are you guys coming to my soccer game?” Ant asked as he ate the last of his second BLT sandwich. “It’s gonna get a good bit colder. I was...told that the wind is supposed to kick it down to ... like twenty degrees.”“Ohhh, dang! That’s cold, cold, cold!” Tempe cried and faux shivered.“At least it’s not snowing, like during your football championship game, Cuda,” Eda replied with a smile.“Hey, I told ya I was going, so I’ll just have to dress warm. Are you girls going?” I asked of my Bandettes. I gave her clitoris a tickle, with my tongue and then her pussy a long lazy downward lick. She moaned and moved her hips from side to side, obviously enjoying my attentions. I repeated this manoeuvre a couple more times as she kneaded her own breasts, her breathing getting faster as I continues with my onslaught of her private area. I then slowly slipped my finger into that wet hot pussy, lubricated by my saliva and her juices. I wiggled it inside her as I licked at her clitoris. This did the. Because my granddaughter was involved, wild horses couldn't have kept me away. I assure him every thing would be just fine and he expressed his relief.The very next day I was at the front door ringing the bell. Monique opened the door and gave me the biggest smile she had ever shown me. I went inside admiring her new outfit; a short skirt showing her long sexy legs and a top obviously three sizes too small. It not only hugged her much larger breasts but anyone could easily see the cups of her. The drinking has affected her mind. She doesn't even remember her daughters," Sue concluded sadly.Katie and Jackie, I haven't thought of them in years.I'd better explain. I was Mary's second husband. She married right out of high school and had two children by the time she was 20. By the age of 40, she was a single parent with one child still living with her and one in college. I came in the picture when the younger girl, Jackie, was finishing up high school. Later in our marriage the older one.