BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 9

Naughty Grandkids

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No one bothered to get dressed after the Slip-N-Slide.� It wasn't just topless now, but total nudity, and it was only Monday.� I tried not to gawk and lech over my nine-year-old granddaughter, but damn, she was just so pretty and comfortable being nude.� And being nude with her nude grandfather didn't dampen her affectionate demeanor.� Now instead of just having Lisa curled up naked with me in one of my two Lazy-Boys, I had Meagan skin-to-skin too, with one on each side. It was a struggle to keep my hands from wandering off of their backs.

When it was time for Lisa to go home, Staci appeared in the house unannounced, finding a houseful of nudies.� She had let herself in with the spare key she had purloined from under my front door mat some weeks before.

"My, my," she said with a knowing grin, "gone native have we?"

"Uh, long story," I said.

"I bet," she laughed, "you dirty old man."�

I made introductions.� Neither Jeff nor Meagan seemed to be embarrassed in the least about their lack of clothes.�� Staci gathered up Lisa and put some clothes on her for the walk home across my lawn.

With Lisa gone until the morning, I told my charges to get dressed.� "We're going out to eat," I informed them.� They were happy to get dressed, or rather happy to be going out to eat.� Returning home after eating, they were just as happy to get undressed again.� I didn't want them to feel out of place or anything, so...

We watched a movie I'd picked up from a Red Box.� It was a typical modern action movie with over the top special effects, gravity defying leaps and bounds, and with an equally implausible plot line.� The kids enjoyed it, even if I found it ridiculous and tedious.� After the movie it was off to bed, with each in their own bed.

Tuesday morning, as I was coming out of my bedroom, Jeff was coming out of his sister's room.� Whatever he was up to, he looked surprised to see me and looked guilty as hell.� Did he sleep with her?� I didn't want to know.� Then again...

Both kids were up when Lisa arrived.� None of us had bothered to dress. As soon as she came in, off went the sundress.� Staci, dressed for work, looked a bit out of place.

"Bill, could I speak to you for a moment?" Lisa's mother asked.

Stepping up to her I replied, "Sure!� What's up, Toots?"

"This will be in a moment," she said taking my cock in her hand.� "Damn, I wish I could stay and play with you guys today."

"We won't be playing those kinds of games," I said hoping the kids couldn't see what she was doing.

"If you say so, Daddy."�

She fondled me for another half minute or so, getting a rise out of me.� Letting go of my now stiff prong, the prick tease laughed and said, "Well, have fun anyway, big boy," then she turned and left me with three kids and a massive woodie.

"Poppa! What's for breakfast?" Meagan called out.�

"Be there in a minute," I called back over my shoulder as I tried to will my unruly prick down.� To my consternation, my dick was having nothing to do with that and remained fully inflated.

"Poppa!� Can we have waffles?" Meagan then asked.

Waffles?� "No, sweetie, not today."� I didn't add, not ever... too much work.

My grandson piled on asking, "Can I have some ice cream?"

"No!"

"Okay, I'll get it," Jeff added to goad me.� "I'm hungry!"

'Oh, fuck it,' I muttered giving up on returning to a flaccid state before turning around.

"Poppa's got a hard-on!" Jeff gleefully noted as I walked into the kitchen.

"And it's a big one too!" laughed Meagan.

"He's like that a lot," Lisa unhelpfully added.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's always like that," Lisa pronounced.

"Alright, knock it off," I demanded. "It's not like any of you haven't seen a man with an erection before."

"Not one that big!" Meagan laughed.

"Hey, we've seen bigger," Jeff said coming to my defense in a manner of speaking.

"I said knock it off!� Now, who wants cereal for breakfast?"� Thankfully they all raised their hands, so I pulled out the Fruit Loops and Coco Puffs, the milk and a couple of hard boiled eggs for me.

I let the kids put on a cartoon show, and the three of them, naked as Jaybirds, lay on their tummies in front of the TV and for the next hour or more, watching the worst cartoons I'd ever seen.� Whatever happened to Mickey Mouse or Daffy Duck?� Don't they make anything as good as Rocky and Bullwinkle anymore?� Heck, I would have settled for The Raccoons.� But at least they were entertained.

After watching really bad cartoons for awhile, Meagan and Lisa retired to the back to play dolls.� Jeff went back to playing a game on his tablet.� Me, I took the opportunity to read my book.�

I feed them all lunch, then put Lisa down for a nap.� Things were quiet for a half hour or so, before Jeff began picking on his younger sister... or maybe Meagan was annoying him.� Whatever, they started to make a ruckus and in the process woke Lisa up.� She should have napped for at least another half hour, but once she was up, she was up and ready to play.� So I let them play while I caught ten or so winks.

When I woke, it was quiet.� Very quiet.� Too quiet.�

I got up to investigate.� I looked first out the kitchen window, but they weren't out in the backyard.� I then went down the hallway to the bedrooms.� My door and Meagan's door were open and the rooms empty.� Jeff's door, however, was closed.� Over the years I had had some foundation issues with the house; nothing severe, but Jeff's door closed, but wouldn't latch properly.�� I pushed on it and it swung open.

I was stunned as I stood in the open doorway looking in.� All three kids were on the bed.� Jeff was lying on his back, hands behind his head.� Meagan sat next to him at the hip with her feet tucked under her butt.� Lisa... Lisa's head was buried in Jeff's lap.� I watched for a moment to be sure of what I was seeing.

"Lisa!� What are you doing?"

Jeff and Meagan, both snapped their heads around to me, both clearly concerned being caught like that.� Lisa, lifted her head, letting Jeff's stiff prick slip from her mouth.� "Noogies, Granpa.� Noogies," the little girl replied to my question.�

***I think here I need to translate.� Early on when I began looking after Lisa while her parents were at work, she had asked me several times for me to give her a "noogie".� I've always understood a noogie to mean rubbing your knuckles on someone's head.� I gave my boys noogies when they were growing up, as a mild punishment for doing something knuckleheaded.� They hated it, but the offenses needed discouragement, but not "punishment". Punishment, that was reserved for more serious offenses and could include a range of unpleasantries from time out, to grounding, to a measured spanking.�

After being asked several times, I finally gave her one.

"Owww!" she cried.� "You're being mean!" After which she ran off and avoided me for a while.�

Turns out that when she asked for a noogie, she wasn't asking for a "noogie", but for oral sex.� It was the term her parents had taught her, much like thingie, or kitten, so that if she said it in public, it could be easily explained away.***

"Well, cut it out!" I barked.� Of course she'd already cut it out by emptying her mouth of my grandson's penis to answer me.�

Trouble was, I was more aroused than outraged. I was used to Lisa or her mother getting my rocks off at least once a day, but since Jeff and Meagan arrived four days before, I had been celibate. With my cock fully erect, I ordered her to, "Come with me!" Thinking back on it after the fact, the double entendre was quite � propos.

Lisa hopped up from the bed and followed me to my bedroom and master bath.

"Noogie, Granpa?� Noogie?" she asked smiling while taking my hard prick in her little hand.� I should have said no, and I wanted to, but I didn't, or at least not in time to prevent what happened next.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered as she slid her little lips over the head of my needy cock.� And just as she did, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye.� It was my nine-year-old granddaughter, Meagan, standing in the open door of my bathroom, her hand at her mouth stifling her giggles as she watched her Poppa get a blowjob from the little girl next door.� As our eyes met, she bolted from the door.� Me, my brain in idle, I just stood there and let Lisa take me to completion.�

Afterwards, I rationalized that maybe Meagan hadn't really seen anything other than my bare ass, but I really didn't believe it, as I didn't exactly have my back to her.� I also had to wonder if Meagan was an active participant on her brother's bed or if she was just an observer. I didn't know and I wasn't about to ask.� Best if some things are left unrevealed.� Still, the damage was done.� Way to go, old man!

I didn't say anything to the kids about the sex game they had been playing while I was napping.� Jeff was rather sheepish at first, but soon reverted to form, and like me, pretended that nothing had happened.� Meagan, she just grinned every time she saw me.� Lisa, I'm sure it never occurred to her that something like sucking on Jeff's dick might not be appropriate.

After Lisa went home with her mama, I took my grandkids out for tacos and then to the batting cages at a nearby sports facility so they could practice their swings, as they were both enthusiastic about the upcoming fall baseball/softball season.�

Back home they wasted no time in getting naked, whereas I kept my shorts on.� We were watching some show on PBS about some Egyptian Pharaoh when Meagan came and sat on my knee.� I began to bounce her on my knee like I'd done for years, the only difference was that there was nothing between my bare leg and her bare pussy.� Before long, a soft smacking noise arose as her pussy became wet.� Her legs began flopping about and it seemed to me that she'd soon fall off if I didn't stabilize her, so I held her by the hips.

Wondering if she was getting off on this, I got my answer when she suddenly lurched back against me and tried to curl her legs up.� Her honey blond hair was matted and stuck to her wet forehead, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she made little mewing sounds.� I'd gotten her off, that's for sure... now what?

I held her to me, my hands about her tummy.� I dared not move them lest one of them somehow wound up between her legs.� With her legs splayed apart around my thigh, it would have been so easy. Looking down her nakedness, I said to myself, 'Yes, you do suck off your brother.� Don't you, darling?� Who else do you suck off?'�

As soon as I had asked that question to myself, I wished I hadn't.� Surely Eric and her didn't... didn't do what Lisa and her daddy did, or did they?� No matter, my own cock was as hard as it could be and a big wet spot had formed on the front of my kaki cargo shorts.� A hand which I had controlled so well up until then, ventured lower and onto her smooth bald pubic mound.�

Realizing where my hand was and determined not to do anymore than I already had, I moved my wayward hand back up to her tummy and away from her wet pussy. She moaned a little as I repositioned her so that she wasn't straddling my leg and her pussy wasn't open.� It was just too tempting otherwise.� Now I had her just lying back against me as she sat in my lap, the bulge of my hard cock nestling in her butt crack. I wondered if she noticed.

To keep my wayward hands from straying too low again, I anchored one with my middle finger stuck in her deep navel and the other much higher up.� As I moved my free hand higher, it brushed across her nipple.� It was hard and pronounced, and my finger kept brushing across it.� She didn't seem to mind, so I saw no reason to stop.� Like her mother, Meagan was gifted in the nipple department.� Her nipples were a sight to behold, raised and puffy with a thick stiff nip; you could almost imagine them being proto tits, and I guess they were.

Her mother, my daughter-in-law, Paula, had a magnificent rack.� My wife was at first critical of the way Paula flaunted her tits, but I rather enjoyed the view.� She always seemed to wear tight fitting and low cut blouses that showed a lot of cleavage and that emphasized her ample endowment. She also seldom wore a bra, so her big nipples were always prominently displayed.� To assuage my scandalized wife, I made a comment about Paula to my son, Eric.�

"She's got killer tits, eh, Dad?" he replied with a grin.��

Well, if he was fine with it, what business was it of mine, not that I minded.� Thankfully, my wife tactfully accepted Paula dress and that was that. Now as I idly and almost absentmindedly played with the daughter's rubbery engorged nipple, I wondered if in a few short years if she'd be as spectacularly endowed as her mother was.

The Egyptian Pharaoh over, Jeff got up off the floor.� I stopped rubbing Meagan's nipple.� "I'm off to bed, Poppa," he said with a smirk.� The way he looked at me, I knew he thought I was up to something with his younger sister and he wasn't far off the mark.

"Good idea," I replied softly as I rose from chair with Meagan in my arms.� "She's been asleep for awhile now," I added in a whisper.

Jeff nodded and continued on to his bedroom with me behind him carrying his naked sister to her bed.� She hardly stirred as I eased her into bed and covered her with a sheet and a light blanket.�

With the kids down and knowing it would most likely be a hectic day tomorrow, I too, made my way to bed.��

I was having a wonderful dream.� I was naked and Staci from next door was fondling my cock.� As so often happens in dreams, Staci somehow morphed into my late wife, who morphed into...� I woke up.� It wasn't a dream.� I was being fondled. At first I really did suspect that Staci had snuck into the house and into my bed.� It wouldn't have been the first time, but the hand was all wrong; much too small.� Then I thought it was Lisa somehow, but Lisa's hand was much smaller.� It took me several moments to realize just who it was playing with my cock.� Meagan!

Lying on top of the covers, I didn't do anything, like telling her to stop it.� Indeed, I didn't say a thing and pretended to be still sleeping, but I couldn't remain silent for very long.

"Oh, that feels so nice, baby," somehow escaped my lips, blowing my cover.

Meagan pulled her hand away and looked up at me for a second before taking me into her hand again.� Me, I was so close to cumming that I was immobilized to do anything but let it happen.� My eyes squeezed shut and I groaned, "Ugghhh," as the first pulse shot from my dick into my granddaughter's hand.� That was quickly followed by the second and third pulses which splattered my chest and tummy, as I was carried away into that place where only the sensations radiating from my cock mattered.�

My moans faded as the last weaker pulses forced the dregs of my orgasm into her still milking fingers.� She continued fondling me even as I began to go soft. I let her continue lovingly caress my happy organ, as she wasn't torturing the head of my now very sensitive cock.� I think it was at that point that I realized she knew exactly what she was doing.�

Yes, she'd done this before.

As my senses began to come back, I realized the enormity of what had happened and was still happening.� Gently I pushed her hand off my dick.� "Sweetheart, you shouldn't have done that," I said softly.

"You didn't like it, Poppa?"

"I, uh... well, yes, I liked it.� I liked it very much, but...you shouldn't have done that with me."

"Lisa says you like it a lot when she does it to you."

"Well, err... yes, I do like it, but that doesn't make it right."

In the dim light I couldn't make out her expression.� There was a pause, then she said, "Do you hate me now?� You do, don't you?"

"No!� Not at all!� I love you very much, baby.� It's just that, I'm your grandfather, and..."

"You like Lisa more than me?"

"No!� I don't just like you, I love you."

"But you like Lisa more?"

"No!"

"Then why is okay for her to do that and not me?"

"It's, uh... You just surprised me, that's all"�

I paused trying to think where I should take this.� Certainly what was done couldn't be undone. What I came up with was to ask, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"At camp."

"Camp? What camp?"

"It's really not a camp, but most people do camp there.� The older kids... they make us younger kids do things. But I don't mind.� It's fun."

"Do things? What kind of camp is this?"

"It's called Eden Valley and no one wears any clothes... ever."

"A nudist camp?"

"It's not really a camp, but a resort.� We go there all the time."

"We, as in your parents take you?"

"They take Jeff too.� But please don't tell Mom and Daddy that I told you, because I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Your parents take you and Jeff to a nudist resort?� That explains a lot."

"Yeah, it's lots of fun."

"When did they start this?" I pressed.

"Going to Eden Valley?� Forever.� I don't remember a time when we didn't go, but I'm not supposed to talk about it.� I'll get in big trouble if Mom and Daddy find out that I blabbed.� It's supposed to be secret. Not even my best friend, Jenny, knows about that."

My curiosity was up, but I wasn't sure if I should purse it, so I was silent for a long moment. "Do you want me to go to my room now?" she added.�

"No, but you'd better go get a towel from my bathroom."

"Okay," she said and slipped naked from my bed. A minute later she climbed back in bed with me.� I took the hand towel from her and wiped myself, then wiped her hand.

"Any get on you?"

"A little, but I wiped it off already.� You squirt a lot, Poppa."

"I do?"

"Yeah."� She then began to slip from my bed again.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room," she answered.

"No, stay a while.

"Uh, do me a favor, Meagan," I said as I rolled unto my stomach, "and scratch my back."�

I loved having my back scratched and didn't get that simple pleasure since my dear wife had passed.� I tried to get Lisa to do it, and she would, for about fifteen seconds, and then she'd be distracted into doing something else. To my delight, Meagan turned out to be a good back scratcher and went at it gently, but with purpose, covering my entire upper back, lower back and even my buttocks.� What a treat!

After five minutes or so I was ready to fade away when she asked, "Can I sleep with you, Poppa?"

"Scratch my back like that and you can sleep with me every night.� But, I have to warn you, I snore a lot."

"Yeah, I could hear you from my room."�

She stopped scratching and I rolled onto my back.� With that she cuddled up to me in the crook of my arm, but not before giving me a goodnight kiss on the lips.

As my hand wandered aimlessly over her bare butt, I had to think about what had just happened and what she had told me.� She hadn't come right out and said it, but, yeah, if the older kids made her do things, she probably sucked off a lot of boys at camp, including her brother.� And since when was Eric and Paula going to nudist camps?� I wasn't shocked about this.� I was just curious.� They had every right to raise their kids the way they wanted to raise them; it was for me to accept it.�

I had studied up on nudism when my boys were quite young.� Places like this Eden Valley were supposed to be strictly hands off with no outward sexual displays tolerated.� But kids will be kids and I suppose running about naked in the woods and out of sight, there would be plenty of opportunities for kids to get into mischief.� Still, I had to wonder if Eric and Paula knew what went on between the kids at that place, and concluded that there was no way that they knew any of it.� What I did know was that I needed to be a responsible adult and have a talk with my son and his wife about it. But if I did, how would I explain to them what had just happened between me and Meagan?� Maybe I shouldn't say anything and just pretend that I knew nothing about their life style.��

For a long time I was awake thinking about these things.� But I did fall back asleep.

"Hey, Poppa!� Poppa!"� It was early Wednesday morning.

Groggily I opened my eyes and saw Jeff standing by the bed.� He was, of course, undressed.

"Lisa's here," he said nodding towards the door.

I looked and there was Lisa and her mom standing in the doorway.� It was then that I realized that Meagan was sleeping with me and that her hand was on my hard dick.

I rose, careful not to wake my still sleeping granddaughter.� "Uh, she had a bad dream last night," I offered up to Staci.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Staci mused with a knowing grin. She then added, "You've got quite a harem going here."� I held up my hands in protest, but didn't verbally defend myself.�

"Just leave some for me, Daddy," she added with a playful swat at my morning wood.� "Tonight?� Please?"

"How about right now?" I countered as I pushed her back into the hallway and into Meagan's bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me.�

"Don't mess up my hair or my makeup," she said with a grin before reaching under her skirt and pulling off her panties.� A moment later I had her pushed up against the door, holding her open with one hand behind her knee, my cock searching out her snatch.� My aim, as blind as it was, was pretty good and my cock slid up inside her on the first try.�

'Thump! Thump! Thump!' filled the room as I pumped furiously into her.� Of course the same sounds could be heard on the other side of the door, but I didn't consider that as I fucked Lisa's slutty mother.� And a good fun fuck she was.

Within minutes I was sperming her wanton cunt and we were done. Nonchalantly, she put her panties back on and we stepped out of the room.� All three kids were there waiting for us with knowing grins.� Staci, on her way out, made a detour to the bathroom, where she stuffed a wad of toilet paper in her panties to absorb my leaking semen.� Then with a shameless, "Thank you, Daddy," she was gone to work.�

The three kids had followed me into the living room as I showed Staci the way out.� I turned and the three of them were still grinning, with Jeff making a circle with his thumb and index finger and plunging away into the hole with the finger of his other hand.

"Knock it off, you three," I growled.

"How come your dick is all wet, Poppa?" my incorrigible grandson asked while stifling a laugh. I think for the first time in how many years, my face grew hot.�

After breakfast, I had the kids put on their bathing suits, tops and all, and took them to the water park.� Jeff and Meagan had a blast doing all the fun water slides.� Lisa was much too young for that, so we spent most of the day in the kiddie section playing in the shallow water.�

Lisa could and did go with us when we all took a slide in what amounted to a blowup kiddie pool.� Too lame for my grandkids, but Lisa liked that, liked it a lot.� She damned near wore me out trudging up the stairs over and over to take the slide back down.

Watching how much fun the three of them were having, it struck me how they acted so normally.� They were, after all, kids, and never once did Lisa try to take her swim suit off.�

We got home late in the afternoon, and once we were all settled in and out of our still damp bathing suits, we all took a nap together in my bed. Nothing happened, at least while I was there and the kids slept a long time, especially Lisa and Meagan.

I had hamburgers patties made up and ready for the grill.� Everyone was up and refreshed when Mike came by to retrieve Lisa after work.� I tried to hold him at the door, but he wasn't having any of that, saying, "Staci has to work late this evening," as he pushed past me carrying a six pack of cold beer.�

Pulling one out and offering it to me, he said, "I thought you could use a beer."� At that moment Meagan walked into the living room with Lisa.

"Daddy!� Daddy!" Lisa squealed as she ran up and into Mike's arms.� Deftly he passed off the remainder of the six pack to me without dropping her and brought her up for a lip to lip kiss, his fingers delving into her butt crack as he did so.

Breaking his unfatherly kiss, he turned to my granddaughter.� "You must be, Meagan.� I like your outfit, Meagan. Or rather your lack of an outfit.� You're very pretty."� Meagan actually blushed at his forward remarks.�

"Lisa's told me so much about you, and how you like to play dolls with her."

"Uh, Meagan," I began, "this is Lisa's daddy, Mr. Mike."

"Nice to meet you," she said in a small voice before darting off into the back.

Turning to me he quipped, "Nice butt!"

"Off limits, Mike," I told him.

"Okay, but I can look, can't I?"

He sat Lisa down and with a playful swat to her bare butt told her, "Go play with Meagan, baby." Lisa, always compliant except when it came to keeping her clothes on, scampered off into the back in search of Meagan.

Jeff made his appearance from the kitchen.� "Jeff, this is Lisa's father, Mr. Mike."

"Hi," my naked grandson said with a weak wave of the hand.

"Good looking boy," Mike said to me.� "How old is he?"

"Eleven."

"Does he screw her?"

"Lisa?"

"Yes, Lisa.� Meagan too," he said raising his eyebrows.

"No!"

"But he lets her blow him," he pressed.

"Mike..."

"Hey, I heard all about it.� From Lisa.� She's had fun playing with your grandkids.�

"So... how come you haven't told me?"

"Mike, I really didn't see anything," I lied. "They were all on Jeff's bed and I walked in."

"And...."

"And what?" I dodged.

"What were they doing?"

"Nothing.� They were just on the bed," I falsely reaffirmed.

"That's not what I hear," he tells me with a disbelieving gimme-a-break look.

"Look, I don't care if she sucks his dick," Mike continued. "No harm done, but don't hide stuff from me.� The only thing I demand is that he doesn't hurt her. I won't tolerate that, but if they want to mess around playing, that's fine with me.�

"You been making any videos this week?" he asked changing the subject somewhat.

"No, I haven't."� That was a truthful statement.

"You should. I'd love to see them, especially if it's Lisa with your� grandkids."

He leans into me and in a low voice says, "I hear your girl likes little girls.� Love to see that, wouldn't you?" I didn't know what to say.

I wanted to be rid of him, but he persisted in hanging around.� We were outside by the grill where I slapped on six burgers and a couple of hot dogs, planning to cook some extras to reheat for lunch the next day.� That's when he asks if I had enough for him too.� What could I say?� Beat it?� Go home?� Hell, I was drinking his beer and I was loathe to be so impolite as to run his ass off.� Maybe I should have.

So I'm grilling the burgers and scorching the dogs and he tugs at the front of my cargo shorts.� "You're a bit over dressed, aren't you?" he says.

"Even if the kids are naked, I don't think it's appropriate to go about naked in front of the kids," I replied annoyed.

"That's not what I hear."

"Oh, really?� Just what do you hear?"

"That you let it all hang out," he laughed.

"Not always," I dourly replied.� Just about then the three kids came outside.

"Hey, Lisa, baby.� Your Granpa and I want to see you give Jeff a noogie."

"Mike!" I protested.

"Kay," Lisa replied.

I tried to put a stop to it, I really did, but Lisa quickly turned into Jeff and...� Jeff's eyes got really big.� I thought that Meagan might be surprised at what Lisa was so openly doing, but she just giggled.����

Turning to the little girl's depraved father I urged, "Mike, make her stop.� Make her stop right now."

He ignored me and called to Jeff, "Jeff, do you want her to stop?" Jeff shook his head, then grabbed her by the back of her head and held her to him.

"Yeah, suck his dick, baby," Mike laughed.

Turning back to me he says, "Is this a great show or what?� Where's your fucking video camera, Bill? Damn, that's hot."

"Keep your pants on, Mike or cut your balls off," I growled thinking how would I ever explain this to Eric and Paula if it should come out?

He replied, "You're burning the burgers."�

Sure enough I had a huge grease flair up and needed to tend to that.� By the time I had that under control, Jeff was face fucking her as he was nutting Lisa's mouth.� A moment later, he was pushing her away, a long strand of goo momentarily connected her lips to his prick before it broke and swung down her chin.�

"Kids.� I want you all to go inside.� Now!"

Mike pipes up, "Lisa, be sure and give Meagan a noogie too."

"Kay," she replied.

"Lisa, no!" I nearly shouted.� "Jeff, Meagan, inside!� Lisa, you stay here."

My kids disappeared, but watched from the backdoor window.� I turned to Mike.� "I really think you need to go.� And take Lisa with you."

"We haven't eaten yet," he protested.

"Eat at home!"

"My, aren't we testy," he replied.�

With that he took Lisa by the hand, went inside, got his beer and dragged her home. It wasn't until he was gone for a minute or so and the hackles on the back of my neck had subsided that I realized that he had dragged his little girl home across our front lawns without a stitch of clothing.�� I could only hope that no one saw them; something else to worry on.