BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 16

Eden Valley Adventures II

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Once up in the morning we all took a quick shower in the large walk-in shower, with Gwen fussing about keeping her hair dry while Jason humped her for a good morning fuck.� That was fun to watch from inches away, and I was surprised that I got it up.� Jason offered me a turn at his pixie wife, which I gladly accepted. After only a minute or two of me sawing into her while she braced herself in the corner, Jason wanted to finish off in her.� Knowing it could be a long day, I elected to get out and let them be, saving my powder for later.� By the time Jason was done with her, her hair was soaking wet.

Wet hair at nudist resort is nothing unusual, so with the three of us squeaky clean, we had a quick breakfast downstairs.� To my surprise, Gwen and Jason then dragged me off to a church service on the Eden Valley grounds.� If she couldn't make it to her own church, Gwen wasn't about to miss the non-denominational Christian church service held in the open air chapel if she could help it. To my astonishment the service was packed and everyone lustily sang all the hymns familiar to anyone brought up in a Protestant church.� Even more jolting was the nude pastor standing on a rock platform conducting the service.� They did everything except pass the plate and hold communion.�

Church service over, we headed for the water park where Paula had secured a table and was riding herd on all of my grandkids.� Not that they needed any close supervision.�

The morning was spent pretty much like yesterday morning, mostly in the pool or drinking beer poolside with one or more of my grandkids in my lap.� Sandra was particularly frisky, standing in my lap and giving me kisses on the lips while I firmly held her by her bare butt. I was expecting a rebuff from the nudist police, but none was forthcoming.� And if either Gwen or Jason were concerned about Sandra's open affections for me, neither said anything about it.

After lunch, our group scattered, with my sons taking the kids down to pond to feed the ducks and take the kids kayaking.� After that, they were going to the stables to let the kids ride the ponies.� After a morning of taking photos of the guests, Kendra was off helping� her dad at the studio.� Paula and Gwen claimed that they were going to take a nap (why did I doubt that?).� That left me with Melvin who wanted to take me over Fred's studio so Fred could photograph me in the buff, you know, a professional photo for the family.

Fred was ready for me the moment I got there.� Against a black background with strong lighting only from one side for shadowing, he had me pose standing, twisting this way and that, showing off my cock and looking over my shoulder to show off my butt.

In fifteen, twenty minutes he was done and ready for his next appointment, a young couple who wanted some racy photos of themselves to memorialize their youthful bodies.� For this Fred gave me a second camera to do what I could do with it while he posed them and snapped frame after frame of them embracing, kissing and even fucking.� Neither of them were shy nor embarrassed about what they were doing. Me, I struggled with a hard-on for most of the lurid shoot.�

Fred held me over for his next client, a couple who Fred had paid to do a photo spread of their seven year old daughter.� Fred dressed her up in a soccer uniform, complete with shin guards and soccer ball.� Sitting on a bench with a plain unadorned green background, she was to slowly strip off all her clothes.� Shoes went first, one at a time, then the shin guards one at a time and then the socks.� Bare below her shorts, she smiled and hammed it up for the camera.� It was apparent that this wasn't her first visit to Fred's studio.� She slowly peeled off her jersey leaving her chest bare.� Then went the soccer shorts.� Last were her frilly panties, which she removed slowly, with the final shots with her panties dangling by one foot as she displayed her bald pussy to whoever bought the set.� I thought that was would have been it, but I was wrong.� With the panties discarded on the floor and the squirrel shots made, she climbed off the bench to model her smooth ass while she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the camera.� One knee went up on the bench and she stood on one leg displaying her ass. Then she did stretches which opened her ass cheeks up enough to show her anus. Then came the standing spits, holding one leg up over her head and opening her pre-teen pussy lips enough to show the wet pink interior.� The girl was quite flexible!

The shoot completed, the proud parents gathered up her up and left with her nude.� I don't know why that surprised me.� The parents were nude, Fred and I were nude, and the girl was nude.� What else did I expect at a nudist resort?

Next was a man with his teenage daughter.� He wanted some professional photos of her, so we shot a set.� She was quite lovely, had a sultry look about her and her pussy lips were engorged.� Obviously freshly fucked, she was first class hard-on material that one.� No one seemed to mind my cock's positive assessment of her.

By the time the man and his daughter left, I was horny as a three-horned Billy goat. Thankfully, Mel came back to take me somewhere else.� Where we went was to the trailer area.� He knocked on a door and naked young boy with a buzz cut answered.

"Is your daddy home?" Mel asked.� Before the boy could answer, a man showed up behind him.

"Mel! Come in!� Come in!" he greeted enthusiastically.�

Inside, we were offered a seat on the cum stained sofa and a cold beer.� I was ready for a beer by that time.�

"Tom, this is Bill, Paula's father-in-law," Mel introduced.

"Bill, Tom's dad and I go way back," Mel then explained. "A few years back, Tom took up with a twelve year old fat girl whose mama passed her around like she was party favor or something.� She got with child, to no one's surprise.� Tom here offered to take the kid and put his name on the birth certificate, providing she bore a boy.�

"There's another guy I'll introduce you to who wanted girls.

"She dropped a boy and promptly got preggo again.� Dropped another boy.� Next one she had was a girl.� Followed by another boy and then a girl.� After that, the girl and her mama disappeared, which was too bad as the breeder girl was real milk cow, if you get my drift.�

"Tom here collected all the boys and Carl got all the girls.� All of them are available for some rough sex. Not to just anyone, of course, but for kiddie club members.� Membership does have its privileges.� There are annual membership dues, 100% of which go to support these kids.�

"Interested?"

That sounded like sex slaves to me.� Kiddie sex slaves?� Holy tamoly!

"Maybe you'd like a free sample?" Tom asked as he held the young boy while openly molesting him.� Tom whispered something to the boy.� The boy nodded, walked up to me, went to his knees between my knees and took my semi-erect cock in hand and smiled at me.

"Uh, I think I'd better go," I said as I stood.

"You'd rather go see what Carl has to offer?" Mel asked.

"Uh, no. Not particularly," I replied.�

Mel said, "You just want your own grandkids to wet your dick." It wasn't a question.

"Perhaps you misconstrued what I was saying.� In this exclusive private club, you're not allowed to harm any of these kids.� Not them or any other kid on the grounds.�

"If you did, I wouldn't have you arrested.� That would led to too many questions, questions we'd rather not have to answer.� But what I would do is have your ass hauled off into the woods and taught a lesson.� A lesson you just might not ever recover from, if you get my drift. It's our way of self-policing. 100% effective, I might add.

"Now this blowjob is on me.� There's no commitment on your part letting this boy do what he does so well.� Of course if you'd rather sodomize him, you can do that too.�

"Whatever you decide, Bill, stays right here.� How about it?� From what I hear, you let Jeff suck your dick. So why not this boy?"

The saying, "In for a penny, in for a pound," came to mind.� I sat back down.� The boy took hold of my dick again and brought it quickly to an erection.�

Just then there was a pounding on the door.� Tom jumped up and answered it.� Another man entered the trailer and as he did so, his eyes fell upon the boy stroking my cock and on me.� "Is Teddy available, Tom?" then intruder asked.

"Yeah, matter of fact he was just finishing up," Tom answered.

"Sorry, Mel, but Teddy here has a date.� Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan," Mel said.�

"Come on, Bill.� We'll have to come back later, if you want."

It's funny.� With the opportunity gone, my qualms about letting this kid blow me vanished.� Maybe it had more to do with having an audience than with having the kid suck my dick.� Either way, I was off the hook, thus giving me time to consider Mel's dissolute proposal. It then occurred to me... were my grandkids included in this club's kiddie harem?

"Mel, I have to ask," I said grabbing his arm and coming to a stop.� "This club and group of kids... are our grandkids involved in all of this?"

"Oh, no!" laughed Mel.� "Our kids are private stock.� Tom and Carl's kids, they're available to a much larger circle of pedophiles.� Our kids, and I'm including Mark and Kendra's boys, they're for family only.� We wouldn't want any of them catching something from a dirty dick, now would we?"

For some reason, I didn't find his answer particularly comforting, nor did I buy into it 100%. Were Bob and Rhonda considered to be family?� As I would later learn, Rhonda was family, as she was Mel's first cousin.

Back in Mel's lair, we found all the kids together playing, watching video games.� We were warmly greeted by all but the two engaged in mortal combat.

While I sat on the sofa, Mel fixed us drinks at his wet bar.� By the time he delivered me my drink, little Sandra had claimed my lap, but not before giving me a smack on the lips. As soon as Mel was seated, Meagan was in his lap, his hands automatically wandering across her bare flesh and settling between her legs.� Sandra and I watched as his finger first diddled, then plunged in and out of her girlie parts and as he did, she was looking slack jawed and glassy eyed into my eyes.

After a few minutes of this, he pulled his finger from her pussy and made a great show of sucking her juices from his molesting finger.� She began to recover from being masturbated and Mel tells her, "Be a good girl and give your Poppa a blowjob."� She nodded and climbed off his lap.

"Here, let me have Sandra," Mel said as he reached over and took her from me while Meagan pried my knees apart.�

"You can't do that to her," I told Mel.

"I know, I know. I respect the wishes of her parents," he said, "but she can watch and learn, can't she?"

I didn't know if that was permissible or not and chose not to think about it while my older granddaughter began rooting around in my crotch.

"Hey!� Poppa's gettin' a blowjob!" announced seven year old Ben who was waiting for his turn at the video game.

When nine year old Lyle turned to watch, Jeff took immediate advantage of his inattention to deliver a mortal blow to Lyle's character.� Not that Lyle cared all that much, as Jeff regularly trounced his two younger cousins.� With the game won, Jeff called out, "Yeah, suck his dick, Sis!"� Meanwhile Ben and Lyle gathered in close to watch their cousin's indecent sex act.

"Can I suck you next, Poppa?" my youngest grandson asked.�

"No, I'm next!" declared his older brother Lyle.

"I asked first!"

"I'm older!"�

Next thing I know and the two naked brothers are wrestling around on the floor at my feet while Meagan slobbered and sucked on me. Lyle subdued his younger brother and declared victory.� I really wasn't ready for what happened next.� Lyle straddled his prostrate younger brother and made him blow him, though Ben didn't resist.�� Apparently they often settled their differences in this manner and as result I suppose Ben sucked Lyle more often than Lyle sucked his little brother.�

Victorious, Lyle tapped Meagan on the shoulder.� "Hey, it's my turn," he told his cousin.� Demonstrating that she knew how to get along and play nice with other children, she moved off my cock and before I could stop him, Lyle took her place.

Mel just laughed at my predicament, especially with Ben waiting his turn impatiently and playfully kicking at his brother while he sucked me.� When Lyle pulled off and made room for Ben, what could I do?� I couldn't show favoritism and deny young Ben a go at my fat prick, so I let him and ended up cumming in the kid's mouth.� Ben demonstrated that it wasn't his first rodeo with an adult's cock and swallowed it all down without flinching.

Once Ben was done and I pushed him off my softening cock, Mel handed Sandra back to me and summoned Ben and Lyle who gladly gave their third grandpa a joint blowjob.

"I wanna play too," Sandra whined.

"Your mom and dad haven't given us permission to play like that, baby," I told her.� Not that she had any understanding of why she had to be left out of the game.� And to her, it was just a game.

"I hate you!" she declared, climbed off my lap and sought solace with her oldest cousin, Jeff who was still sitting on the floor watching what his two grandfathers were doing with his legs spread.�

"It's okay if she plays with me," Jeff declared. I didn't know about that, but I didn't stop her when she crawled between Jeff's leg, lowered her head and gave him what my little Lisa would call, a noogie.

Mel spermed up the boys' faces and had Meagan clean them up with her tongue, then Lyle took her on the floor at our feet while across the room Sandra was still orally engaged with Jeff.�

Playtime over, Mel fixed us another round of drinks while Ben and Lyle took up the controllers and began playing the video game again while Jeff watched.� Meanwhile, Meagan and Sandra sat off to the side playing with a couple of dolls.� Other than the fact that everyone was nude and ignoring what had just taken place, it could have been a Norman Rockwell scene of wholesome family life.

I felt enormously guilty about the whole thing and expressed that to Mel, who politely listened and refrained from commenting.� Apparently he later on told Eric about it, as my oldest took me aside the next morning and told me, "Buck it up, old man.� You've fallen in with a bad lot, so just enjoy it. Paula and I don't care, so long as you don't hurt them.� Mark and Kendra don't care either.�

"As for Jason and Gwen, they don't care if Sandra sucks Jeff or any other kid.� The kids around here, they all suck dicks. I don't suppose Jason really gives a shit, but Gwen.... she might be a slut now, but she wasn't raised a slut like Paula and Kendra were.� They just don't want men messing with Sandra.� You didn't mess with her and Mel didn't mess with her, so stop worrying about it and just enjoy the rest of your stay.

"You are enjoying yourself, Pops, aren't you?"

"Oh, god damn yes!" I replied. "This has been a fabulous weekend."

"Are you coming back?"

"Damned right, I'm coming back! You know, I think I'll just sell my house and move out here."

"Really? That'd be great, Pops!

"Hey, Mel has a nearly new travel trailer he had to buy from the family of old man who was living here," Eric informed me. "He had a massive heart attack and died on the spot. The trailer comes with a F250 towing vehicle, which is practically brand new.�� I'm sure Mel would make you a deal on it. Used trailers and used trucks don't have much of a resale value, not compared with something brand new off a dealer's lot, and I know for a fact that the truck has less than ten thousand miles on it.� As for the travel trailer, Old Joe had bought the trailer, moved it out here and while he was making his hook ups, he keeled over and died.� He never spent the night in it.� Of course Mel's been renting it out on the weekends, but it would be perfect for you."

"Sounds interesting. I'll ask Mel about it."

"Let us talk to him first.� Paula has him wrapped around her little finger; always has.� After she works him over," he laughed, "he'll probably give the damned trailer to you."

"No, I'll pay him for what he has in it," I said. "Provided I like the trailer."

That conversation took place the morning after I spent the night with Bob and Rhonda.� A threesome with those two was nothing like my threesome with Jason and Gwen.� With my son and daughter-in-law it was more like two guys screwing the same girl at the same time.� With Bob and Rhonda it was three way sex.� After we had both busted a nut in her, Bob's dick was thrust in my face as he went down on me, the goal being to get it up again for a DP.� I was either drunk enough or jaded enough by that time that I played by their rules.� In the light of the morning after, I was fine with it all.� It had been a fun night after a fun afternoon.� Surely I was going to hell when I died, but in the mean time, I was determined to have a best time ever.�

Monday morning, besides featuring my transformation into a true ogre, it was a rainy morning.� Even before the breakfast buffet was over, card tables were being set up in the lobby of the lodge and more tables set up in a mostly unused banquet room.� Card games, backgammon and chess were the featured games of a hastily organized tournament.� Unless you wanted to stay in your room doing whatever, it was either that or walking around naked in the rain. You'd be surprised how many folks opted for the latter.� Me, I wasn't about to be humiliated at chess by some eleven year old and I never really enjoyed playing bridge, but I was at one time pretty good at backgammon.� I got wiped out the first two games, but then the odds of certain rolls of the dice came back to me and I did pretty damned good.� I'd forgotten how much fun that game was.

After a few hours of playing and watching others play backgammon, I retired with Mel to his secluded quarters.� Our kids were all there along with Kendra and Paula.� My boys, I was informed, were all upstairs with Gwen.�

Paula and Kendra were both excited about my earlier conversation with Eric.�� "Pops, is it true?" Paula asked clearly excited.

"What's true?" I answered knowing exactly what she was referring to.

"You're going to move here?"

"Well, I mentioned to Eric that I was coming back and..."

"He told you about Old Joe's trailer?"

"Yes, he did mention it."

"Well, do you want to see it? I understand that the couple who rented it for the weekend have already checked out and gone home."

"Uh, okay, but it's raining."

"Oh, pooh on that," Kendra said.� "A little warm rain never hurt anyone.� You're naturally waterproof."

"We'll take Dad's Mule," Paula said. "It has a surrey top.� At the worst we'll just get damp."

Well, with the three of us crowed into the little bench seat for two, we got a little more than just damp as Paula tore through the resort to where the trailer was located, but Kendra got the worst of it as she was in my lap.� I made sure she didn't fall off by holding onto her tits and while she squealed in delight, I playfully tweaked and tugged on her nipples the whole way.

Paula pulled under the awning.� We actually made it more or less dry, or at least I did.� Opening the trailer with the key, we went inside.� It hadn't been cleaned yet, but it wasn't a mess by a long shot.� Like the rest of the resort, there wasn't any trash to be seen anywhere and the bed was actually made.� Nudists, I had learned, were very neat and tidy people. Sort of goes with the minimalist lifestyle I suppose.

It was as Eric had described it, nearly brand new and much bigger than I had expected.� With the bump outs extended, it was quite roomy.� It even had a Wall Away recliner. I could be quite comfortable here.

Examining the bedroom with the big king that took up the entire room, Kendra, running her hand over my bare butt tells me, "Pops, I have to get back to work at the studio.� But before I go, I want to tell you how much we all enjoyed having you with us this weekend. Sorry I had to work the entire weekend, but my dad is slave driver.� Daddy told me to be sure and give you a goodbye kiss."� With that she pushed me onto the bed and proceed to give me that goodbye kiss, delivering it to my pecker.�

While Kendra sucked me to an erection, Paula stood by the bed and just watched with a smile.� Getting me up, Kendra took it to the next level and mounted me.� All I had to do was hang on to her hips while she rose and fell on my overworked prong.

Paula wasn't about to be left out.�� More or less sitting beside us, she snaked her fingers onto Kendra's clit while leaning in and sucking her sister-in-law's nipple.� Kendra's orgasm quickly built and broke upon her, her pussy clinching and releasing my cock which somehow was still working after a weekend of excess.� Her orgasm fading, she rolled off to the side. Paula in turn quickly sucked Kendra's juices from my dick.� It wasn't exactly a blowjob, but she quickly got me off anyway and then shared her nutty treat with Kendra during a kiss.�

I could have stayed and taken a nap, but after smacking her lips, Kendra needed to get to Fred's studio, as they had several appointments that afternoon for portraiture work. So we piled out of the trailer and with Kendra in my lap, Paula sped over to the studio and dropped her off.

Back at Mel's, Eric was waiting for us and as the kids had their first day of school the next morning, he announced that he was ready to go. I thanked Mel for his hospitality and gave my other three grand kids a hug and a kiss.� Mark, Jason and Gwen were still presumably upstairs, so I trekked up there to tell them goodbye.�

Jason answered the door and let me.� The room reeked of sex, which wasn't surprising.� Nor was the sight of Gwen sucking Bob's dick.� Where Mark was, no one knew.�

"Sorry, Bob," I said as Gwen pulled off of him.� "We're pulling out.� Tell Rhonda, thank you for last night.� It was fun.� We'll have to do it again.

"And you, my sweet girl, it was fun getting to know you better this weekend," I said before I kissed her full on the lips while copping a last minute feel of her tit.�

Turning to Jason I told him that I'd have a check in the mail for him as soon as I got home.� Gave him a hug and trudged back downstairs where Eric was waiting impatiently for me.

"Will you come on, old man?" he chided.

"I don't want to go," I told him.

"You're just going to stay?"

"I'd like to, but I need to get home and make some decisions. But I'd much rather stay."

"The place will be all but deserted by tomorrow," he said.� "But it won't be completely deserted."

The fact that it was still lightly raining didn't seem to faze Eric as we walked back to his trailer to gather up the kids and his wife, get dressed. Loading up the Tahoe was a snap, as there really wasn't anything to load other than our bodies.� As we drove away and through the electric gate, the best weekend of my life was over.� I decided then that I would indeed be back, sooner rather than later, and when I did, I would make a deal with Mel for that trailer.

I say we got dressed, the kids remained nude for the ride home.� With the tinted windows, no one could see whether they were dressed or not and as long as Eric didn't get stopped by the cops, what did it matter?

Me, I rode in the back with Meagan's head laying in my lap as she slept.� Jeff was in the third seat by himself, playing with an old� Game Boy.� Other than Jeff's occasional Game Boy induced outbursts, it was a quiet ride back to their home.� Somewhere along the way, I too faded out until we rolled into town.

Refreshed, I said my goodbyes and made the four hour trek back home.� The empty house hit me like a punch in the gut.� It's not that it was stuffy, the A/C would take care of that in short order, but the fact that it was lifeless.� An empty lifeless joyless house that suddenly felt like a prison. It had been my home for twenty five or more years, but it wasn't a home to me anymore.� It was just a house.�

I stripped off completely, ate a frozen something dinner and hit the scotch.� Shaking off my melancholy, I sat in my LazyBoy, drank, and with a smile, reviewed the entire fantastic weekend I had with my family.� No way was I staying here any longer.� Even if my boys and their families wouldn't be there except on the weekends, I now had friends who lived there more or less year round.� Mel had been a fantastic host and I liked the man.� He had a way about him that made me feel that I'd known him for years, even though in actuality, I knew nothing about the man before going to Eden Valley.� And there was Bob and Rhonda, not to mention their twin girls.� They with their daughters' help, managed the Lodge for Mel.� And there were other folks I'd met who lived there, friendly folks who I didn't have a chance to get to know during my short stay.� And then there was Tom and his boys, boys he made available to "Club" members and that other guy with the boys' sisters who made them available to "Club" members.� Then there was Fred with his "photographic" business.� He was very busy making a living, so I didn't get to know him very well, but what I did learn...

Before I got shit faced snookered, I wandered off to my lonely bed.� Actually it was kind of nice not having someone groping my cock, not that I minded being groped.� I slept very well, having to get up only one time to take a leak.

Waking early and refreshed, I was having my first cup of coffee when Staci delivered Lisa to me for the day.� Lisa was happy to see me, calling out, "Granpa!� Granpa!� Grandpa!" has she ran to jump into my arms, brightening my day immediately.� Her blue eyes were bright and filled with love as she kissed me like she hadn't seen me in months, even though it was just three days and on the weekends I often didn't see her at all.

Dressed for work, Staci took the opportunity to kiss "Daddy" good morning and playfully took my cock in her hand.� "You be good to my little girl," she said while gently squeezing my dick.� If I didn't know better, I might have thought she was encouraging me to do something to her daughter that the little girl was far from ready for.

"I put a roast on in the Crock Pot," she said.� "There will be plenty, so if you want to join us for supper tonight..."

"That sounds great, Staci."�

The food at Eden Valley had been good, but Staci's roasts were dynamite.� Of course there was a hidden agenda, though by now I was fully aware of what an invite for dinner with the Higgman's involved. As I looked into Staci's eyes, I knew what she expected.� She wanted Daddy's cock.� I just hoped that Daddy would be up for it.

Lisa squirmed out of my arms and gave her mother a kiss and hug.� A moment later, Staci was out the door.�

Picking Lisa up, I stood her on the kitchen table.� She was barefoot, so dirty shoes weren't an issue.� Leaning into her, I tickled her lips with my tongue while groping her ass.� Then I began removing her clothes.� First I pulled her t-shirt over her head.� Then I pulled her play shorts down.� It didn't surprise me that Staci had neglected to put panties on her little girl, no doubt knowing that they wouldn't be on for long anyway, so why bother? With little Lisa rendered in her natural state, I kissed her pale little nipples which were merely pink dots at this stage. Then I kissed down and tongued her navel which made her giggle.� Going lower, I kissed her bald smooth mons then dropped down to her right ankle and licked up her leg to her pussy.� I dropped back down to her left ankle and dragged my tongue up her leg to her pussy. �By then she was wiggling about and giggling uncontrollably.� Grasping her naked haunches, I thrust my tongue between her legs and licked her bald cunt.�

"Stop!� Stop, Granpa!" she laughed.� "That tickles!"� Of course I didn't stop and licked her cunt again and again, holding her by her ass to my mouth while she giggled and squirmed to get away.

Releasing her I expected her to say, "Do that again, Granpa," but instead she said, "Your face tickles!"

Running my hand over my face, I felt the stubble that I hadn't shaved off that morning.� I grabbed her and rubbed my stubbled face in her naked crotch which elicited a fit of giggles along with cries of, "Stop!� Stop!� It tickles!"

Pulling my face from her crotch, I pulled her off the table with one hand on her butt and the other gripping he ankle.� With Lisa squealing, I flipped her upside down and held her by the ankle for a moment.� Then grasping her other ankle, I pulled her legs apart and drew her toddler pussy up to my face where I licked and sucked on her young twat, all to her peals of laughter.�

Lowering her, I then swung her side to side hanging by her feet.� Lifting her feet to my mouth, I lightly� nibbled at the soles of her little feet sending her into uncontrolled fit of laughter.�� For my climax, I lifted her higher while turning her to face away from me until I could lay kisses all over her naked buttocks, ending with a lick along her ass crack.� All the while she was hollering, "Stop, Granpa!� Stop!"

Gently I let her down where she crumpled up on the kitchen floor. Catching her breath, she urged, "Do that again!� Do that again, Granpa!" while holding her feet in the air.� So I picked up again by the feet, spread her and lifted her cunt to my mouth for a tongue fucking followed by butt nibbling and ass kissing.� Throwing her over my shoulder like a Neanderthal's trophy wife, I took her to the living room where I deposited her on the sofa.

"Give me a noogie," I told her as I stuck my hard-on into her face.� Like I knew she would, she did just that, grabbed my dick and put the head into her mouth.� Her little tongue danced over the smooth leaking head of my cock. Grasping her by her curly blond hair, I forced more dick into her mouth.� I could get in maybe an additional inch, if that and began pushing and pulling her head back and forth, face fucking her.

Coming to my senses, I stopped raping her mouth and just let her do what she already did so well, and let her just tease a big load from my recharged balls.� I gave her two good shots in her mouth, then pulled out to finish on her pretty face.� My ardor sated, I picked her up and kissed her, smearing my cum on her face with my lips.

Breaking the kiss, she just looked at me with her mouth slightly open with a far away expression.� Suddenly she smiled brightly and declared, "I love you, Granpa!"

"I love you too, sweetheart," I replied before kissing her again.� I then picked her up and took her to my walk-in shower.� She wasn't used to the spray from a shower and complained mightily about it.�

Having gotten us both rinsed off I said, "Would you rather take a bath with me?"�

"Uh, huh!" she said nodding her head grinning while water dripped from her uncovered body.� So I drew a bath and took a bath with her, complete with her "boats" and previously drowned Barbie dolls.� Happily she played in the water until the water grew cold.�

As I dried her she told me, "I hunggy."

"You haven't had breakfast yet?"� She shook her head in the negative with a pouty expression.

"Well, let's go see what we have."

I had some Raisin Bran, which I knew she wouldn't eat.� Even if she would eat it, I didn't have any milk.� Nor did I have eggs nor cheese to make cheese toast, nor had I any bread, as I had depleted everything before going to Eden Valley the Friday before.

"Okay, we're going to have to get dressed and go out for breakfast."

She just looked at me like she'd never heard of such a thing before.� Nor was she particularly cooperative as I tried to get clothes on her again, but I prevailed.� I didn't have any shoes for her, so I carried her into IHOP, trusting that as long as her feet never hit the floor there wouldn't be an issue with "No shoes, no service."

She delighted in the Funny Face pancake I ordered for her. Me, I had one of the 55-and-older breakfasts, two eggs, two strips of bacon, and two pancakes.� It had been a while since I'd been in an IHOP and I had to wonder why. The breakfast was cheap, the service punctual, but more importantly it was good.

With us both fed,� I mailed the promised funds to my youngest son, Jason, and then took her to the grocery store to stock up on a few items that I'd need for the coming week, eggs, cheese, frozen waffles, milk, popsicles, ABC soup, a box of Fruit Loops, as well as a frozen lasagna, fish sticks and bananas.� Lisa was as good as she could possibly be.� She liked our outings to the grocery store and reminded me that "we" needed strawberry yogurt, fruit strips and cookies.�