"No thanks, Gram!" they chorused, unimpressed by her rebuke."Bubba sent us to do an advance recon.", Didi started, "He wants an..." update on the curr...ent gift count.", Dierdre kicked in, "He also wants..." to know what kind of goodies are on the dining table.", Didi wrapped it up."Why that wicked scamp!", chortled their grandmother, "You mean he's too lazy, to come sneak a peek for himself?"Abandoning their two-sided narration, Didi switched to complete sentences."Oh no, Your Reverend. My balls were no longer aching and any tension I carried from my work week melted away with her touch. She stood up, grabbed a fluffy blanket from the back of the sofa and walked towards the fireplace. She spread the blanket and sat down and motioned for me to come and join her. I took a swig of my cold beer and walked to join her. When I stepped onto the blanket Vicky sat up on her knees. She looked up at me and placed her hands behind me. She grabbed my ass and started kissing my cock through. The drive to the airport was uneventful, and he got onto his flight without further incident. In Orlando his brand-new rental-car got him to his hotel also without incident. The week in Florida flew by, and Dave barely ate or slept as he was swept up in the fun he was having. It was even enough to get him to forget (mostly) how he had been dumped by Nat. His last night in Florida he stumbled back to his hotel room, completely exhausted, and fell into a dreamless sleep. A few hours later his. I twitched and shuffled my feet as he probed my crotch with his eyes.“Are you going to show me more?” he asked slowly after staring a hole through my panties.“Mr. Beloski, would you give me a B if I showed you what’s under my panties?” I asked hesitantly.He thought for a moment and then he said, “No, not a B, but possibly a C if you remove your underwear down to your knees,” he offered.“Bastard!” I thought to myself but then I slowly pulled on the sides of my panties and soon they were at my.