Without warning, strong hands scooped him up and hugged him close. Brian nuzzled his face into his grandfather's sweater, smelling wonderfully of pipe... smoke and mothballs."Brian?"Brian looked over at his grandmother. The shape of her face was so elegant, framed by silver hair as she took another sip of bourbon, leaving a red lipstick smear on the Waterford crystal tumbler."Brian?"Brian closed his eyes and just enjoyed his grandfather's embrace, never wanting it to end. His grandfather hugged. I don't think she minded since she wrapped her arms and legs around me damn near crushing the breath right out of me. It wasn't until a few minutes later I was able to roll over between the two girls and even then she whimpered in protest. There the three of us lay, the two girls with their heads resting on my chest scrunched up against my sides."Good, huh?" Keelin smirked at Terry."Oh, God, girl!" Terry sighed. "I know what you told me but I thought you probably just didn't know any better.. “So you like what you see then?” She asked me as I looked at her, her bright red lipstick glistened as she licked her lips and than she asked me, “ So would you like me to help you with that?” As she got down from the table and her skirt rode up more revealing her stocking tops and her suspenders. She just knelt down infront of my unzipping me and diving her hand inside and pulling out my erect cock. As it came into her sight she gasped and said, “ Oh my God, that’s huge! Your so much bigger. ..” John started to say. WHAM! John was slapped on the face by Miss Peterson’s hand.“Thats your first warning. Lets try that again.” scorned Miss Peterson“Yes...m-master.” stuttered John.“Hmm, that needs working on. But for now, do you like the improvements I’ve made? Im very proud of them myself.”“Wha-What do you mean?” quivered John.“Oooo, thats strike two.” Miss Peterson replied. “Maybe you should take a look downstairs...”John glanced down at his cock. He was in shock. All of his pubic hair.