Something, either instinct or some new learned habit, caused her to reach with her right hand and push the stiff column of flesh jutting from her groi... down, toward the front of the toilet bowl.It was familiar in the sense that she had a hard time getting a stream started. But that had happened in her old body too. Again, perhaps by instinct, she gently milked her hard penis, not with a firm grasp, but with only two fingers, teasing it until she felt something loosen and a sudden, shockingly. He was doing a little fishing of his own and showed me a few pictures of the catches they made while I was below. Flipping through the pics on his phone, I said amazed, "You really do more fishing on the Thursday cruises."Grandpa replied, "I told you so. You have had them more active today than I've seen in the last couple of months. I think that they've been in a funk since they lost their friend Evan." He was the fifth of this group?" I inquired."Yes," Grandpa responded. "Evan was not. They say, not come back. Not ever!" Huh! Seems like they gave up mighty easy," was Charley's comment. "We're harder to kill than that." Pete, what's that, over there?" Lyssa pointed off into the darkness."Where? I don't see anything." Come over here, out of the light. Now, look. It seems to be some kind of a bluish glow."Standing with his back to the fire, he looked where she was pointing."You're right, there does seem to be a faint glow over there." He took a few more steps away from the fire.. He slides his finger inside me and pulls it out. It’s shiny with my pussy juices as he rubs it around my lips. I open my mouth and suck my juices off his finger; they’re sweet and warm. “It’s good huh baby, that pussy taste good?” “Yes Daddy,” I mumble around his finger. He lays me back and pulls my bottoms off. He caresses my face and kisses me passionately. “You love me?” he asks. “Yes baby,” I breathe. “You promise?” he asks, kissing down my body. “Always”, I moan. I feel his hands gently.