Why couldn’t I go to sleep that night? About four o’clock in the morning, it came to me. I had shaved a gorgeous little slut and filled her cunt ...with my tongue and fingers and, all the while, she had given me the best blowjob I had ever had. It was my granddaughter Kristy I was loving, but at the same time it was another girl; a little whore that I didn’t know or necessarily like. I wanted it to be my Kristy. I felt asleep with that thought on my mind and when she woke me the next morning. "Impossibly perfect, little one." Perfect enough to stay in my arms for a while?" Forever," I said."Until it's time for the movie, at least," she giggled. "But just lay still and hold me..."Well, I started to lay still and just hold her. That lasted until her fingers made their way to the sticky mess of my softened dick."Got you a mess there, sir," she giggled."Uh ... I have an idea where there's another one," I said. My fingers dipped into a pussy still oozing the happy results of our recent. Thank you." Are you upset I didn't swallow?" No. That's okay. I'm just glad you got me off." Okay." He hesitated. "Would you mind returning the favor? I know I left you in the lurch last night..." Don't worry. I plan to make sure you cum. I just want us to do something else first." With that, I rolled him onto his back and reached for the drawer in my bedside table. I pulled out a condom and bottle of lube, then straddles his legs just below his dick. His eyes widened just a bit. . Flicking through the pictures, with each new image another memory seeped its way back into her consciousness. Straddling Frank’s lap and allowing him to lick salt from her nipples, before downing the shots of Tequila, and then sucking the lime juice from the wedge between her teeth, having lines of Cocaine cut on her stomach and the feel of the tickle, as the men came forward and took their hit off her body. Even with the photo evidence she couldn’t recall the memory of dancing on the tables.