You have really beautiful black hair, but I think it must go for now. We will get you a complete makeover. That should work. What do you think?’ �...I think you are right, we must look and act like honeymooners and not like ourselves. Can you do that?’ ‘It will be hard work, but I’ll try.’ ‘Do you think a blond wig would fool them? Or maybe light brown?’ ‘It might but, we have to act quickly so nobody sees you with me with black hair. I think were can make up a story so no one will tell on us.. Chapter 11Grandpa and GrandmaThe two most lovable people on earth were my grandfather and grandmother onmy mother's side. Unfortunately, they lived on a farm in another state andI didn't get to see them very often. In the summer, however, when I was 10or 11, my mother would often pack me off to stay with them for severalweeks and, sometimes, for the whole summer. Grandpa was a big burly man,gray haired, red faced, large bodied, and loving. Grandma, too, was large.At age 11, she seemed even. For some, the glow coming from her was almost blinding.Her long red hair had been turned into ringlets. They trailed over one shoulder with tiny white flowers woven into it. The platinum diadem was visible on her forehead. The Dress as such was platinum, and its over-skirt split at the point of her fanny flowed like liquid metal around her hips and legs. The delicate, soft white tissue-like petals of her underdress flowed around her feet as she glided down the aisle.The full body-length bodice. Igrabbed her waist for support and entered from behind.Now we fucked like mad dogs and my shaft was again getting bigger to release. With another 3 thrusts, I burst into her and loads of cum was poured into the hole. The mix of my cum and her juice were flowing in the gaps. I fell on her and was catching my breath.She was lying exhausted and without any movement. My cock was shrinking slowly and was losing its hardness. But was still inside her. We slept off like that and our bodies were glued..