You must be a foot taller than the last time I saw you, looking like quite the man these days."Justin blushed a little. "Thanks Mrs. Jones," he said."...Oh, enough with that already. You can call me Nanna or Kay. No one has called me Mrs. Jones in years." she said. "Oh, okay then," said Justin. "Does that mean I can call you Kay, too?" Justin said. Kay smirked at him. "You, mister, can call me whatever you want, since you're my only grandson."The three of them went inside and the boys hauled Kay's. So, the next day, at exactly twelve noon, my doorbell rang and Tim was standing there with a bouquet of flowers."Oh, wow, aren't you nice. Come on in lunch is ready."We went into the kitchen and I put the flowers in a vase and gave Tim a nice kiss, a nice tongue kiss. That lasted for a while because Tim seemed more hungry for me than for lunch.We did eat lunch and then I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.I started to undress and he got the picture and soon joined me on my bed, naked and. " Good news indeed! How did your father react?" Surprisingly positively. She's no beauty but still very pretty and she's a lovely person." Oh well! I know I'm not very pretty..." But you're after his daughter," she smiled."I suppose. Is he over-protective or incestuous minded?" David!" Sorry, my love. I just wish he could be a bit more welcoming." I understand, my Dai. I think it's over-possessive actually." She managed a grin. "If it was incestuous I reckon I'd be had for patricide." Oh, my. Hurrying to her drawer she rapidly donned her special nightie for him and slipped into bed, her drink in her hand. He came to her wearing his sleeping shorts, took his drink and they sat side by side. The silence was devastating. She finished her drink and lay back on top of the bedclothes, her nightie covering her tantalising feminine parts yet offering her gifts to him. He finished his scotch, switched off his light and lay beside her. She reached her hand out to him, brushed his shoulder.