'Hi honey' he says with a smile.We walk through to the livingroom, were he sits on his usual corner of the sofa, and asks 'So, how did your day at sch...ool go?' I reply 'ah, you know, just a normal school day, really.'I'm stood at the entrance to the livingroom, trying to decide if I should go upstairs and get changed out of school uniform now, or to relax for a short while in the company of Grandpa.'So what lessons did you have today then honey?' he enquires.'Um, the day started with maths, then. "That brings me to my next question. Please tell me you're not hung like a horse?" she asked "I'm not," I responded with a touch of embarrassment. "You will have to prove that," she said softly in my ear.I took her small hand and directed it toward my crotch. Between her perfume, the feel of her nylon covered leg and the conversation she had me as hard as a rock. Loni gently grasped my cock through my slacks feeling the length and width, she then smiled at me. "That is the perfect size for me,". It was still a little slick up there, but I still ran a good lap and took the checkered flag coming down the front stretch.I felt pretty good about that heat race. I had sort of entered a focused place in my mind, without panic or exuberance. My breathing was level, almost robotic, and I didn’t leave this sort of trance state until I was clearing out the engine in our pit stall, and was getting slapped on top of the helmet vigorously.Rossy was peeking at the tachometer. I pulled my helmet off. Uncle Jack was moving some of the bales which held the ropes from which my wrists hung. I was hoping that meant I would soon be free, but then he said, "Can't have you falling from up there, can we? I will just resecure these ropes here on the barn."He then tied the ropes to something on the side of the barn and continued stacking hay bales. It took him another hour or so to finish and then he again came up to the loft. He walked over to the wall of the room in the loft and inserted.