"I got out of the cab and grabbed my duffle bag. Still smiling, I walked up to the door and knocked. Almost instantly, a familiar face greeted me."Jac...y!!" Hi, mom!"She threw the door back and hugged me hard. She held it for several minutes, but that's to be expected. When she let go, she asked me to come in, and I couldn't say no, especially since I could smell a something sweet cooking. I couldn't quite place it, but it was very familiar and it made me think happy thoughts. Thoughts of. That is until it got very hard. Eightor nine inches she guessed. All hers.Then she discovered how sensitive the tip was. It didn't take long forher to come. For a moment it was intense and on instinct, her hipsbuckled. Jerking back and force. When her dick twitched the last time shecould finally breath normal again."Eww," she exclaimed. Her whole hand was drizzled with cum. Only now shenoticed how unprepared she was. No paper tissue close by. After a momentshe sacrificed one of her socks.After. Luckily for all involved – especially Tom’s little granddaughter, his girlfriend Eunice had the solution. The little girl came to stay with the Hatchetts and she grew to know and love her grandfather in that role, which was one that both of them felt comfortable with. Her name, which she was quick to trot out whenever she had ‘an official’ chance – as she termed it, was Ruth-Ann Chantale LaFayette-Wingham. The hyphenated surname was coined by Eunice since, as she’d told Tom in explanation after. It had been after five when Brad got back to sleep. He looked toward the bed and saw that Ashley was still sleeping. He greeted Jarrad and said he would fix breakfast as soon as he had brushed his teeth. When Brad came out of the commode closet, Ashley was beginning to stir. Brad wasn't going to fix anything fancy. He threw some frozen sausage into a cold frying pan and figured that by the time it started to cook he would be awake enough to do the rest. He sat down with his coffee and tried to.