We stayed away from each other because we both clearly felt strange about what had happened.When closing time came about I stood outside and had a cig...rette (a terrible habit that I'm proud to say I'm over now), he came out and asked me if I had one. I did so obliged. He asked how my night had been. I was drunk so by this point I was feeling less awkward and more able to talk to him without feeling weird. I told him that my night had been ok but I was too drunk now to go home and I felt the. A groan escaped his lips and a few minutes later he got up and went to his and Momma's bedroom. The door closed and I was left wondering what happened.A bit later the door opened and out came Poppa looking none the worse for wear. He sat back in his chair and smiled at us."What happened, Poppa? Why did you have to leave?" I asked with total innocence."Poppa had a pain and needed some time for it to go away," he said casually."Where does it hurt, Poppa? Can I help make the pain go away?" I'm. Would you like another one then? he offered with a glint in his eye. I hadnt had sex in over a week and just making eye contact with him made me wild with desire. I nodded and we all began to slowly fade into intoxication. – I couldnt recall how much Id had to drink but the time on the clock kept bouncing around, 9:00pm, 10:45, suddenly it was 1:10. How had this happened? I reclined on a couch, watching what was happening around me as if it were all a daydream. My tiny g-string was still. Unbuttoning my shirt I went right up to the window and made it obvious I was wanking over them, hoping they would look up - a bit risky, but I was so turned on. After a few minutes, the saucy little girl who was lifting her top, did indeed look up and clearly saw me, I nearly stopped, in a bit of a panic but simply couldn't and even made it more obvious what I was doing! They walked over to my house, both now looking up and lifting there tops and acting all sexy, while giggling in a little.