Jack didn't put up much of a fight and quickly agreed. He wasn't sure how to be a real father, weekend visits and shopping trips were one thing, but n...w this would be a full time job.Jack shifted in his chair, and gave a small groan, remembering the tough time he had those first few years raising Emily. Then a smile came back to his lips as he proudly thought that he had done a fairly decent job. Hell, maybe better than decent.There had been plenty of fights at first, as they got to know each. As I finished up the thigh, I patted her on the thighand said I was done.‘But Billy, what about this? How are you going tomassage me there?’ grandma asked as she opened herlegs, opened her eyes and started at me at the sametime she had exposed her pussy to me.I didn’t say anything, just leaned my head between herlegs and started to slowly lap at at her pussy whichwas already wet.Within seconds, I had flipped myself around to laydirectly between her legs, licking her moisture. Whatever’s easiest.”“Thank you, Sir, ... consider it done!”I reached over the counter and shook his hand.On the way to the room, I sent a gang text about the ten am rehearsal, including where to meet and the food was on the house (my personal house) asking everyone to send me a confirming text.I went through my room door, letting it slam behind me. My wife was on the bed, naked and freshly shaved. I reopened and put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, relocking it and completely turning off. Baker smiled and led Ryan into the house.He glanced down at her white skirt and then her tanned legs. He suddenly realized how she kept herself in such good shape. "So you play tennis," he said.She turned around and smiled. "Yes, it's a passion of mine. My tennis instructor just left. I'm the ladies champion at the club."Ryan had seen a guy driving away in a little sports car as he pulled into the driveway. "So, you're pretty good huh?" I think so." I've played a few sets myself. Maybe I should.