He holds his breath not wanting to smell the stench ofsex permeating from that room. He still needs to breathe so with a lookof disgust on his face he... breathes in. He is surprised. It doesn't smellhorrible but quite pleasant actually, he thinks maybe Matt cleaned upbefore leaving. He tiptoes to the wardrobe and opens the door wide. Asthe door opens, he catches a glimpse of the reflection and though heknows there was going to be one, he almost jumped out of his skin. Theposition of the wardrobe. I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. I step out into the den and notice the familiar roll-away bed we usually use is already set up. I sit at the edge of the bed and wait. A few minutes later my grandma comes in and looks at me for a few seconds with that familiar sly grin on her face. Then we commence: I place my shaky hands to my sides. My grandma gets directly in front of me and pulls her loose, white blouse up over her head. Her shoulder length hair comes down over her face and she. But you've got to stop that if you don't want me to cum." I pleaded."Fine." He stated, pulling the toy out of my tiny hole with a pop. "I'll be right back," he said again as he left for a third time, I was relieved it'd give me time to calm down. He came back and wasted no time. I felt the spongy tip of his penis separating my pouting pussy lips and he bared down into me with all of his strength making me yelp. As he reached the most depth, he withdrew himself from my wet folds and took aim at. She would have thought he wouldn't laugh at her for wetting her bed.Karen ran crying to her mother, telling that Frank kept teasing her."I wish Frank was Little Missy Pissy Pants instead of me," she cried.Her mother consoled her and yelled for Frank. He walked into the room, knowing that he was in trouble."What did I tell you about ridiculing your sister?" his mother demanded."Not to," Frank said quietly."And what did I tell you I would do if you didn't stop?"Frank stared at the floor, not.