I didn’t want to wet the bed. I went to touch my penis and hold it closed when I discovered a tube leading from the tip. A catheter. I relaxed and l...et go. It was painful, but it was a relief. The dreams were back again. The shiny boot. What the hell was that about? It didn’t connect to anything. I knew who the lady in red was. That was Yolanda, and I wasn’t imagining it when she kissed me or when she asked me to call her. Those weren’t dreams. Those were memories. Very nice memories.. I pulled her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and let them crumble around her ankles. My hand slipped between her legs and slunk upward until I felt the heat from between her legs. My finger probed and found her wetness."You're wet," I said as I spread her legs.I slipped a finger inside her and a moan escaped her lips."You going to lick my little pink cunt?" she asked.I responded by kissing her inner thighs, trailing my tongue over her soft, warm skin. Her hand found my head and she ran. “That Royce…he’s wonderful isn’t he; he took me up to the woods for a quickie, God it was really enjoyable!” Penny grinned.“Don’t let Paul here you say that; we’re all supposed to be on our finest behaviours while your fathers here!”“I do have a confession to make to you Rodjana, I hope that they’ll be alright, but I’ve really messed your panties up. Or should I say Royce has!”“Wouldn’t be concerned to much about that, they’re made to withstand that sort of treatment, that’s why they’re so. I can't do this, I..." Sit," Arlene said, matter-of-factly."What? I can't sit there at let his..." Sperm, semen, come," Arlene offered." ... come drain out of me in front of you. You're my granddaughter..." Yep, we've already covered that," Arlene said, fighting the grin that wanted to take over her face. "You're my grandmother." Arlene didn't make any effort to leave. "I'm not going anywhere. You don't need to be alone right now, and there's no one here who loves you more than I do. So sit and.