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He said shifting a little and I sat down "So grandpa" I started with a wide smile "I'm going to ask you a couple of questions" I added and he looked uneasy, really uneasy. His fingers twitched, he was looking downwards, his foot kept tapping the floor repeatedly and I frowned "Grandad are you okay?" I asked "I don't know anything!" He shouted "don't ask me" Okay? "I'm confused" I muttered "I'm just going to ask you a couple of questions about our family, nothing much, I just want us to have fun" I added, hoping it would ease the situation

He had been charming and a few weeks later, I hadn’t been able to resist when he’d invited me on a weekend trip to the Cayman island. We’d fucked like bunnies all weekend. For a 70 year old, his old saggy balls were still in pretty good shape. There was nothing we didn’t try. After our Cayman adventures, he had introduced me to The Order. It is mostly dark sex and orgies. Tonight is orgy night. I’m looking forward to been fucked on all holes by different dicks. Daddy’s lying with his hairy thighs spread wide open. I waste no time taking his cock in my grip. I wrap both hands around his cock and begin to stroke him the way he likes. I start out slowly, building momentum.

"Oh, nothing really, just my new strains." "Is that what happened to him? He been trying out your stash again?" "Boy, lower your voice. Don't you see these kids are working?" "Where's your wife, old man?" "Hell if I…hey what time is it?" Grandpa looked at his watch and jumped up. "Margaritas on the beach. You done with me, Catalina baby, your old grandpa has a date with your nana." "Have fun, grandpa." "Here, daddy, try a brownie."

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He answered on the second ring. “I see she tattled to you already.” His words were ringing with exhaustion. “Who?” I lied. Grandpa hated feeling like he was incapable of caring for himself, so I wasn’t going to make him feel like an invalid. “I was just calling to see how my favorite old man is doing?” There was a pause, then… “Are you clubbing?” “Not really. Just hanging with Byron.” “Ah, that lad was always a fan of chaos.” Grandpa’s comment had me wanting to ask questions, but I forced myself not to.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

"Don't mention God with that foul mouth of yours! I can't believe I have a granddaughter as bad as you! A filthy bitch who's incompetent at anything other than spending money and venting her sexual appetite with men! What other schemes are you doing with those cheap men, huh? I told you not to do anything! Stay like a corpse until the situation is conducive! You won't be able to accomplish anything, so why are you trying to accomplish anything? What is one of your male mistresses doing, huh? Tell him to stop right now!" My head hurt from Grandpa's voice, which never dropped below four octaves. My alcohol-fogged brain was unable to digest whatever Grandpa was complaining to me about fully.

Their baby, nestled between them, seemed to revel in the warmth of their love. Grandpa Larry, sitting in his favorite armchair, would regale them with tales from his youth, transporting everyone to a different era. "Back in my day," he would begin, and soon, the room would be filled with laughter and awe. The baby, still too young to understand the words, would respond with gurgles and coos, as if participating in the conversation.

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.

“Get any pointers from the show?” “Hey man, you want to talk about this in mixed company?” Grandpa and Uncle Wesley start joking around. I don’t know the whole story, but there was a spell, Aunt Bridget and Grandpa had a thing. Blah, blah, blah. Now they are all telling old stories, trying to embarrass each other, so I pull Erik away. “Where to my lady?” Erik asks, biting his bottom lip. “Somewhere you can ruin my make up and make me scream,” I tell him.