I had to wonder what she was going to have me do right then.She pulled off her sweat pants, spread her legs, and slid her ass to the edge of the couch...cushion. "I dare you to eat my pussy until your team scores."Fuck! I thought. 'Wait. What did she just say?' I dropped to the floor and crawled over to her and planted my face in her muff. I licked and kissed her sweet mound and fingered her. Her team got the ball back kicked a field goal. 24-28.Now I'm getting nervous. I have my face in a spot. Without warning, strong hands scooped him up and hugged him close. Brian nuzzled his face into his grandfather's sweater, smelling wonderfully of pipe smoke and mothballs."Brian?"Brian looked over at his grandmother. The shape of her face was so elegant, framed by silver hair as she took another sip of bourbon, leaving a red lipstick smear on the Waterford crystal tumbler."Brian?"Brian closed his eyes and just enjoyed his grandfather's embrace, never wanting it to end. His grandfather hugged. Then, slowly raising her head to meet his eyes, she leaned forward and kissed him softly.Joe was confused by this, she seemed serious where in the car she had seemed playful and loving. Did this herald a change in their relationship?“Marta, baby, let’s talk about this for a bit. I can be your Daddy, but I need to know how you mean that. Is this a play thing or do you want me to really be your Daddy?” Joe asked, fumbling over how to express his thoughts, and how to get an answer to a complex. I went to the living room instead, and sat down with my lap top and began (once again) to review the many photographs I'd taken of our time in Kenya; and especially of those times when Omar was with us in our hotel room!I scrolled down to one in particular, that showed my lovely wife with her legs spread far apart as Omar's massive black cock was just entering her pussy. As I stared at this image, I could clearly recall that moment---my heart was beating so hard and so fast; there was that.