Since I wasn't expected home until tomorrow, it made sense that Caroline had gone to bed early. I thought of her upstairs, her soft, warm body, naked ...nder the covers, as she loves to sleep in the nude. My cock was begging for it, I stripped down right in the hallway, just the thought of her soft, fiery cleft so near made my cock feel so ready to blow I didn't want the pressure of my clothes bringing me off. I quickly climbed the stairs, passing by our daughter's room, I peeked in, saw her. Her body is growing increasingly limp as she has given up all control or will, full submission to whatever I may do to her.Not wanting to stop with any level untouched, any option not explored, I pull out quickly as she sighs and lies breathing heavily. I step down from the table letting her lay softly and exhausted on the table. As she thinks this is over, she thinks she is fully satisfied; she is occupied with the thoughts of what has just happened. Outside of her view I slip on a strap on. Bobbie's mom asked me if I knew anyone, and I said, "All of you."That was met with a hail of cocktail napkins and popcorn.Bobbie said, "Thank you, but we need some one younger, yet a fullerfigure than most models. Someone our size and shape."I responded with, "I can see your point, but the professional ones youcannot afford and none of you want or can do it without feeling a bitgoofy. Am I right or at least on the right path?"For the reader sake, both the Mom and daughter were named Bobbie.. My grandparents were too old to climb steps. The room was mainly used for storage now. I had to move a lot of stuff around just so I could get near the bed.The house as a whole needed some work done. My grandparents kind of let it go. A couple of my aunts and uncles as well as my dad pulled me aside and asked if they could talk with me. They asked me if I would be willing to fix up my grandparents' house. They would all chip in and buy all the needed material. I could live in the basement for.