“Come quick. QUICK! Oh, no, call an ambulance first!”It seemed that Gramps had slipped on the wet floor and fallen, he was breathing, but he was u...conscious. Fiona called an ambulance and we rushed back, all the while Fiona blamed herself for going for a pint. “Don’t be silly, he’d have fallen if you weren’t there. ‘Course he would”We got back and lifted Grandad onto a table. Probably not a good idea, thinking back, supposing he had broken his neck or something? Fiona was very organised and. I was dreaming about her, holding her in my arm making a love with her , passer by must think me as mad standing between the running track in garden.To see her from front side I turned around and started walking in opposite direction. In some minutes we were face to face, she was in front of me wow she looks so beautiful, what ever the image was built in my mind after seeing her rare, she was looking same. she was walking little fast which was making her big boobs swing in air OH God I must die. At least she was a slut, and she was mine without knowing it. At least half of her one night stands I had set up, but enough was enough. I needed her to be mine and to display her as mine. I stripped, making sure my cock was hard, as she stumbled past my door with company tonight. As I peeked out I saw she was with a regular partner of hers, a short, stacked blonde who moaned like a banshee. I knew from experience that the blonde was a good cock sucker. Nicole and Evie were my dream team for. Her hips looked almost deformed, and for a strange reason that I won’t even explore, that was very hot for me. She was now naked looking down. I waited for her to look up or ask what I wanted her to do now, but she was too well-trained by now to consider anything so distrustful. I got a rope from my backpack which I always took with me on these occassions. Not a rope, actually, but a cord used for washing lines. I love the look of the whiteness of the cord against her flesh. I stood in.