It’s plain.I nod and smile, trying to change the topic without being able to talk.“What’s wrong?” asks Maria, giving me a disgusted look.“Sh...e can’t talk,” explains Carl.“You can’t talk?” asks Maria.I shake my head and sit down. I hate being the center of attention.“What happened?” asks Maria. She’s asking Carl, but she’s still looking at me.“She lost her voice,” says Carl. “She came home from lunch without her voice. Simple as that. She’s resting it as best she can.” “Oh, that’s too bad,” says. It was difficult to maintain my composure and ask for more details, but eventually I was able to. I asked what had become of Wanda after Melba's death. Mindy said that Frank had Wanda move in with him in his home not far away, since Melba's property now belonged to Mindy. My guess is that Frank was more interested in having a female around to be his servant and fuck-buddy than he was in Wanda's welfare. Maybe he soon learned that Wanda wouldn't fuck anyone, but I guess he was satisfied with her. Sometimes I just want to give my partner pleasure.”“I know I could sit up in my chair, spread my legs, and have you take turns licking me to climax. You would all agree and not expect anything in return, simply because you would enjoy giving me pleasure. I feel the same way on occasion,” she told them. “Plus, now that you have all cum, you will last longer the next time. We still have two hours until we land, so go sit back down and we can start again.”I waited a minute as they took their. ’‘Yes, I love it too.’‘Where’s mine?’I deposit the luggage by the side of the bed. ‘We share.’ I put a match to the firelighters and rearrange the logs.You frown. ‘Oh!’ You jump off the bed and walk over to the only other door. ‘I thought this was my bedroom.’‘That’s the bathroom. This is the only other room.’You turn and look at me. ‘I don’t think Mommy would want me to share your bed, Grandad.’‘In which case, I suggest you don’t tell her.’You frown again and bite your lower lip. ‘Hmm, I don’t.