She was telling me we could take that route home if the roads became bad.I flat refused. I told her: “I know one way to this destination and I know ...he same way back. In order to do what your saying I would have to drive to the second location and leave from there to get home.” Boy, she got pissed. I’m sure a lot of you can see her point. I can see her point as well. However, my brain doesn’t process information like it used to. Rather than risk getting all jumbled up it is easier for me to A.. It's always the same problem little brother, even with Anne's help he's still hopeless around the opposite sex, still unable to string two words together. And it doesn't seem to matter whether they're your plain Jane types, shy like him, spunky like Anne or worldly and big-breasted like this woman. She IS Erin Macintosh by the way.'And do you see the way he's leaning against the picket fence?' I nodded. 'He's too scared to even look at her in the eye let alone look at her body with a man like. She warned herself not to get turned on. She'd left the house to avoid that. But it wasn't easy to ignore the handsome young male who was swimming naked with her, and of course his features reminded her of Larry, and that in turn reminded her of fucking.Dane interrupted her troubled thoughts to say, "Hey, Mom, I just saw a really private-looking place where we could catch some sun. Let's swim over there."Jodie nodded and swam after him, around a bend in the shoreline and into a hidden cove. He. “Grandpa!” she cried out. “Where are you?” she asked with a concerned voice. When I yelled out where I was, she didn’t think twice about storming right into the bathroom to see if I was okay. Well, that’s when the k** found out the old man was more than okay. He was leaning back in the tub with a big smile on his face and his boner in his hand. The fact is, my young granddaughter had caught me in the middle of my daily jerk off session. What was a guy to do? I looked right at her.