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"So we're all going to stay right here and watch this treasure with you. Right, Sheila?" "Yes, we certainly will," Sheila agreed, her eyes already riveted to the television screen showing her Grandmother bobbing on a huge dick... easily swallowing all of it. "Do you really want to watch this?" Essence asked, more so Papa Charlie could hear Sheila's reply, than for herself. "Yes," I really do," Sheila repeated, "now stop distracting me!" She was completely transfixed by the sight of her lookalike Grandmother sucking that black dick... and such a big dick!

He looked too sure of himself, and I felt like punching the smug look off his face. “She’s with me, son. Now f*ck off before I castrate you for bugging my granddaughter!” said my granny, and Nick almost fell off his chair at the sight of her tattooed, towering figure. Yes, my granny was a humongous wolf, a Luna in the true sense of the term. “Oh, you’re her granny? Amazing!” He grinned, composing himself and extending his hand towards my granny for a shake. “I’m Nick Berkeley, Lyra’s classmate at school.”

Bur Scar can bring out the cute child in Granny, like magic. “G-granny! When did you come over?!” Scar tries to smile, but guilt and panic take up her eyes for her lashing out earlier. We have never fought in front of Granny, ever. “Just now! You have no idea how fantastic I was fighting those reporters off!” With a bright smile, Granny hooks her arm on Scar’s, bragging like a child fishing for praise. But when I follow, Granny turns slightly and blocks me with her back, keeping me behind them.

She pondered. "I'll fill you in when we next see. For now, I am hoping I don't get another visit from him again." I replied, running my hand through my hair. "If he does, you can always report him for suspicious activity." She stated. "Alright, enjoy your Jacob time." I said with a chuckle. "I will." She chuckled before hanging up. The sound of footsteps made me turn around as I set the phone down. Granny and Granny Petra descended the stairs in vintage gowns. Granny's was a deep blue colour while Granny Petra's was pink and looked like it was covered in glitter.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

“She looked different. I didn’t think it’d be wise to approach her.” “Since when did being wise mattered to you?” Before Briane could open his lips to argue, Granny said exasperatedly, “Can you explain first? I can’t understand a thing both of you are saying.” “M’lady—” “Quit using that tone, will you? I’m older than you and I ought to receive the respect I deserve.” “Fine! I’ll call you oldie then if that’s more suitable for you.” Granny looked as though she’s about to explode, but Briane merely smiled.

“I’m telling Granny you used the H word.” “Telling me what? What H word? Health? Happiness? Hellfire? Habiliment, haemathermal, halitosis? Hemorrhoids?” What a combination. Granny strolls into the room, looking utterly chipper in a twenties-style black beaded dress with fringes hanging down. A beaded headband with a huge black flower rests over her forehead, and her white hair has been curled into ringlets. She looks stunning. She’s also giving all my brothers the granny look, which tells them that she knows they’ve been using the time unwisely, obviously, because I’m not yet dressed and gleaming in the sparkling tux they brought with them.

I replied, kissing her cheeks and walking out. “So you decided to gossip about my outing with granny? What if I decide to give them some juicy details about our escapades during __” “You're gonna keep your mouth shut or I'm gonna kill you, do not tempt me!” I screamed, covering his lips as he struggled in my hold. “When will you boys stop acting like babies and behave like mature men?” Granny asked, her hands akimbo. “We don't know granny, it's good you're here and__” the doorbell dinged and immediately Benny walked over to it and threw it open.

uncle Wayne said. Granny started clapping her hands. “Great! We will have a lot of fun!” she exclaimed happily. “What do you want to do now?” Bella asked. “Go back to bed,” she stated obviously and got up going upstairs. “Till tomorrow, losers!” she exclaimed. We started laughing. “I’m cool, ain’t I?” she winked, before going out of our sight. “Do you think she is scared?” uncle asked dad, whispering.

“What can I say? I always win the bet!” “Granny, I think you’ve had too much wine for now.” The young Lewis heir took the glass from his grandmother and ushered her to a corner to sober up. “Should I call for Mrs. Thatcher?” “Oh no. She is probably somewhere sulking. Thatcher, that woman was sure the Trumpet gown was the one to waltz down that aisle. Ha! But I chose this Vera Wang wonder, hic!” Granny was starting to have the hiccups, something that happens just before she passes out, and like clockwork, Mrs Thatcher and Robert appeared at the doorway, ready to carry the grand madam back to her room.