This is the 6th installment of this fictional story of the sexual exploits between Ed, a 61 year old grandfather, and his precious 18 year old granddaughter Molly. If this subject matter offends you, please do not read any further
Grandpa and Molly have been going at it fast and furious whenever Grandma Ethel was not around. Monday afternoon Molly's friend Angie had arrived to visit for a couple of days, she being one of the bad influences Molly had been sent there to get away from. Molly had warned Grandpa Ed that Angie was wild, but last chapter's bathroom meeting was only a hint regarding Angie's ways. Bingo night was fast approaching...
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Chapter 1. Thinking about the possibilities.
Dinner with the four of us had been a bit of an awkward affair that Monday evening, with Angie's brashness making Ethel cringe on several occasions. This made me chuckle, very quietly of course, because I had a feeling that Angie was being on her best behavior as it was.
The bathroom adventure was still very much on my mind, as I was still quite aroused from the few seconds Angie had been gobbling my pecker. As for those breasts, well let's just say that having felt them through that bulky military shirt, I wanted to see them in the worst way, so I spent the dinner and much of the rest of the evening trying to make them out through Angie's shapeless blouse.
Molly and Angie had retired to Molly's room, where they closed the door behind themselves, leaving them to do... whatever they wanted to do with each other. The image of my little Molly being fondled and groped by this aggressive girl and being forced to submit to whatever deviate acts Angie demanded, made my cock as hard as steel the entire night.
Going off to bed, I slowed at the closed door of Molly's room, listening for whatever was going on in there. The room was dark, I noted as I looked at the space below the bottom of the door. The room was silent as well; no moaning, no groaning and no conversation. What were they doing? My mind worked on the possible scenarios as I went down the hall.
Chapter 2. "Even a pervert like you..."
I thought I had waited long enough, but my timing must have been off, because when I got to bed Ethel was still awake. I undressed in the darkness as I heard her fretting and tossing in bed, and when I slipped under the sheet, Ethel was ready and waiting.
"Dear Lord! What is tarnation is wrong with that girl's parents?" Ethel declared in an angry hiss.
"Whose parents?" I said in a wear voice.
"That Angela's parents!" Ethel snapped. "Dear Lord, the girl has no manners, no couth! No wonder Molly isn't supposed to be around her. You should have seen the way she paraded in here the afternoon. Even a old pervert like you would have been appalled!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, not needing to feign ignorance this time, because I had no clue as to what the hell she was talking about.
"This Angela - well, the first thing is she's always calling me Grandma. And you Grandpa!"
"Really?" I asked. "Hadn't noticed," I lied.
"And what a sight she was when she came charging in here!" Ethel continued as if I hadn't said anything. "She's a skinny little thing, but all bosom! She was wearing a skimpy little tank top that hardly hid anything, and you could see right through the thing anyway. No shame at all!"
"She seemed dressed okay to me when I got here," I noted.
"That's because I insisted she go put some clothes on!" Ethel said proudly. "I told her that we didn't go around here parading naked in front of each other. Imagine the idea of it!"
"Naked?" I said faux-sleepily, with my erection in full bloom as I envisioned the sight.
"Might as well have been," Ethel snorted. "Never seen bosoms that size on a young girl before in my life, and they were flopping around for all to see. She has tattoos too, on her arms and goodness knows where else."
"You should have asked her about other tattoos," I mused and then got a little brave with the sarcasm. "Maybe tomorrow you can check her for lumps too and find out."
"Don't care much what happens to that little hussy," Ethel said. "It's just that it's not lady-like to go around flaunting yourself like that."
"Let's see... Molly's breasts were too small and this girl's are too big," I commented. "What have you become, Goldilocks or something? They're just kids even if they are eighteen. Let them be."
I was kicking myself for missing Angie's entrance, and was stuck with a raging hard-on and my imagination, as I hoped Ethel would tire of this conversation and go to sleep, which she did eventually, but not before firing off a final salvo.
"Shouldn't go to bingo tomorrow night," Ethel muttered. "I ought to stay home and keep an eye on things around here," Ethel offered. "Goodness knows what you'll allow to go on."
"Suit yourself," I answered, and her veiled threat barely registered with me. Although Ethel staying home would be an unmitigated disaster, it would never happen, because the old biddy would miss my funeral if it happened on a Tuesday night.
Hell, one time there was a fire in the kitchen of the bingo hall and they practically had to drag the murder of crows out of the hall, so desperate were they to hover over their bingo cards no matter what.
Ethel would go to bingo alright, and I would get to see for myself just how disgusting this Angie could be.
Chapter 3. A couple hours later.
The sound of the toilet flushing woke me up, but I had been sleeping so lightly that it could hardly be called sleep at all. I rolled quietly out of bed and exited the bedroom as quietly as I could to attend to business of my own in that room.
