“Most of us have to go up there to talk to her.”“She’s not actually your grandmother. Is she?” Inez asked. “That would make you...”“No... We just all call her Grandma Betsy,” said Brody. “She used to be Mother Betsy. I’m sure you know why.”“I do,” said Inez. “This isn’t the chalet we’re staying in. Is it?”“This is a the main ski lodge,” said Brody, pulling into a parking space. “Some folk want to meet you before the barbecue and, I figured if I didn’t give them a chance right up front, they’d. What's the toughest math problem youcan do right now?" Huh? What do you mean?" I asked."I could only do simple stuff. Addition, subtraction andmultiplication," he said. "I was never good at division though. What'stwelve divided by three?"I thought about it for a second. I knew the answer but my mind couldn'tfocus on it. "Eight," I said shrugging."Nope, four," he said pleased. "You see? I've got your math skills andyou've got mine. What's your favorite color?" That's easy. Pink," I said."Haha.. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we both had milk in our tits so we could milk one another?” she whispered. Sue turned over in the bed, “I’m not sure about that. I don’t think that I fancy ruining my breasts any more than they are already. I would finish up with my nipples down near my knees. Just be satisfied with Dr Ruth. Anyway, you do not own your breasts anymore; and when you get your rings fixed in, your milk ducts might all be blocked so you couldn’t be milked. Now be quiet, I need to go to. She was wearing the same nightgown as the night before."Good morning Mom," I said cheerfully, "did you and Dad ... sleep good?" Sit down."I did. She turned around and brought the eggs to the table. I noticed a dark, maybe wet, patch on the nightgown right about pussy height. I also noticed the top three buttons were undone instead of the usual top one only. As she put the plate down she leaned over, more than she had to, and I got a good look at her big tits. Fuck, just like Karen's, only.