I open the door to the stark reality of him as a flesh and blood male, no longer the fantasy figure he’d been when Abbi and I spoke about him in Gre...ece. He is brutishly present, a monolith of muscle and bone. I stand on our front step with my feet six inches above his. Our eyes are dead level: he is six-three tall. He seems taken aback to see me -- probably because it’s usually Abbi who answers the door. I ask him inside and take him through to the back lounge. He looks around wondering where. I wanted to stop to figure out what was going on, but didn’t dare, not wanting to get caught invading her privacy. Besides, I had a pretty good idea, anyway.Lying in my bed, I just couldn’t get the mental picture of my grand-daughter jilling off ten feet away. Sleep was impossible, especially after I heard a couple of stifled moans. Sporting a horrendous hard-on, I got up for good, went downstairs and got myself some breakfast, and read the morning paper.Half an hour or so later, she sauntered. It was obvious the Customs officials knew who she was and simply waved her through. Jason and Cecilia noticed her exchanging salutes with several people in uniform.The person picking them up was none other than Vladik Dukov, the Prime Minister's son. He was in full uniform and accompanied by two lower-ranking police officers. Once their suitcases were retrieved, the three Americans and the three police officers traveled into Danube City in a van owned by the Danubian Police. For most Danubians,. I leaned down and sucked one of her tiny titties into my mouth. The whole thing almost fit in there too. I kept the suction and swirled my tongue around her entire breast including the little sword fight that my tongue had with her hard nipple. Then I released it and latched onto her other breast. Now I was able to see the one that I had just been sucking on from the side. Her little breasts sort of did a bell shape thing or better yet like a pear. The main part of her breasts swelled like half.