“Oh God, I’m so wet. I’m going to be coming.” My fingers were brushing along my G-spot. My pussy was on fire, as I fucked myself. In my fanta...sy, I was just going to be coming with Shelly. “Oh fuck! I’m coming. My pussy is coming!” My juices flowed out of my pussy. "What a great fantasy that was." I got cleaned up and I texted Shelly again. We had the most amazing conversation. I really am excited to see her again. My mind was just racing on what would happen. The whole week leading up to my. I listened attentively and quizzedhim on his harrowing experience, stroking his ego as I fought back mypayback-is-a-bitch smile. He never offered me any of the pizza as hegobbled down every last bit of it. It only took 20 minutes afterfinishing, before Doug was in the bathroom on the toilet complaining ofstomach cramps. I suggested a nice long shower to soothe him. As heshowered I dropped some powder onto the top towel in the closet andrubbed it in. Twenty minutes later, Doug was throwing. When I opened the door there stood Grampa and Uncle Errol. They both had been drinking and they were both talking loud. "Lisa , what a gwan" says Uncle Errol. He hugs me and pushes grandpa in the house. "Old man gwan settle yourself , and I'll see you tomorrow" says Uncle Errol and he heads out the door. "Yeah man , Im here with my granddaughter and daughter , Im in good hands " says gramps. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to heat you something" I ask. "No baby girl Gramps Is good.. What he did instead surprised me. He walked straight in, getting between me and the guy who was asking me what I was having. ‘Back off, lad, if you don’t want to get hurt,’ said my new friend.Peter turned to him. ‘You’ll be the one backing off,’ Peter said. ‘It gets ugly fast if you don’t. I invited her here.’ ‘Seems to me she’s looking for a change of scenery, pretty boy.’ You didn’t have to be a reader to feel the hostility going off the charts. It was enough to frighten me, and I was about.