Shelly's response was a soft moan and probably didn't have the right words in her mind to tell him. But once his hand massaged that one part between h...r legs, Shelly's attitude changed for the better."How about that?" Shawn asked.The response he got was soft breathing and a bit of a smile. Shelly was easily turned on whenever he touched her in the right places. Once their lips locked Shelly laid back down, allowing Shawn to climb back on top of her. The kissing grew passionately and nonstop;. Started with what? I asked.She said something that might get us in trouble.I laughed and said ok,but then I got curious and I let it die down continued to watch tv until I became more curious.I surprisingly did it again and she jumped and grabbed my wrist tightly and smothered her face on my shoulder.i laughed again and said what's wrong? She did not answer so I did it again and she shouted oh my god still grabbing my wrist.She let out a low gasp and one hand grabbed my tie with the other still. We changed back into the original clothes and went back to Anne’s house deep in conversation. We were in my car waiting in the queue with several others just after twelve pm when the Inspector and two burly Cops knocked on the window demanded Anne get out the car. I was told to shut up. Anne was roughly cuffed and thrust into a waiting Divisional Van (Australian for Paddy Wagon) and carted off. Our trap had sprung. I went straight to the watch house, I made an urgent application to see the duty. " "Well, yes, it's natural, but, well…" "So, it's just natural that I want to help out my nice grandpa and help him feel better." "But, you're my granddaughter, honey, we're related." Maybe I should tell you a bit about my granddaughter. She's 17, five-six, willowy blond, long, tanned legs, pretty face and a figure that must get lots of looks. Even I've enjoyed looking at her when she uses my pool, her bikinis are almost non-existent. They're thongs, even smaller than bikinis, you know. "That's.