This is the 7th installment of the sexual relationship that evolved between 61 year old Ed and his darling little 18 year old granddaughter Molly. If such a theme offends you, please do not read any further.
Molly's friend Angie, a fellow 18 year old who shared none of Molly's traits either physically or socially, had come to visit for a couple of days. The first night she managed to arouse and satisfy Ed in ways he had only thought about previously.
Now it's Tuesday night. Bingo night. Grandma Ethel's favorite night of the week, which had become Grandpa Ed's favorite as well, for entirely different reasons. The night would change everyone's life, in a variety of ways.
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Chapter 1. She's gone!
The moment had finally come, as Ethel closed the door behind her and waddled out to the car. I nervously walked to the kitchen to get a drink, and saw Molly peeking out the blinds as the car engine started.
"Excited Grandpa Ed?" Molly asked as I put my hand on her soft and smooth shoulder.
"Very much so honey," I answered, kissing the top of her head.
"I have to tell you something Grandpa," Molly said. "But first I want to ask you something. The stuff that I'm going to do with Angie - does that bother you? Do you think I'm being gross or anything like that?"
"No honey," I said while Ethel backed out of the driveway and my heart raced faster. "You're a beautiful woman, and I think that it's wonderful that you are able to enjoy girls as much as you do boys. It's much safer that way too."
"I'm glad you said that," Molly said. "Because I would die if you thought I was a pig or something."
"I told you that you're very special last night, and I meant it."
"I know, I just like to hear it I guess," Molly said softly.
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Remember when we first started messin' around, and I told you about all the boys I did it with and junk like that?" Molly asked me.
"Of course I remember," I assured Molly. "That never bothered me either, if that's what you're concerned about."
"No, that's not it," Molly said. "I lied about it."
"About what, honey?"
"Almost everything," Molly said with fear in her eyes. "I've been with boys - you know, like sucked their dicks and jerked them off and stuff, but I never... did it with any of them."
"You were a virgin?" I gasped incredulously.
"Yes, I lied about doing it with other boys so you wouldn't feel weird about us being together," Molly said. "I always tell Angie those stories so she doesn't think I'm square or anything, but I never did it with any boy before you. I was saving myself for someone special."
"Oh Molly, my baby," I said as I hugged her tightly and my voice choked up.
"Are you mad at me for lying?" Molly asked.
"No Molly, of course not," I assured her. "I could never be mad at you. You've made me come alive since you arrived. Before you came, I was a dead man walking, with no reason for existing. A hollow shell of a man. Now I love life, and even though what we do is wrong, I can't help it. That's how much I love you."
We hugged and kissed for a long time before finally breaking apart, and Molly wiped the tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
"I feel better now Grandpa Ed," Molly said. "We're gonna have a good time, and I'm gonna make you really happy."
"I'll bet you will," I told her as we headed upstairs, and the sound of the shower running meant that we weren't keeping Angie waiting.
"Didn't mean to be a baby downstairs," Molly said. "Guess I'm just insecure, and I know that I'm not much to look at compared to Angie. Hard to believe I'm a month older than her, huh Grandpa? Did you like her boobies? Aren't they something?"
"Yes, she's very shapely," I said. "Remember what I told you last night."
"I know, but she's so well developed - like she's a real woman," Molly said. "Me, I'm just a..."
"Real woman too," I said in finishing her sentence for her. "You're every bit the woman she is, and even more so to me, Molly. Don't be put off over superficial things. Always remember that I'd walk through a herd of Angies to get to you."
Chapter 2. Angie's out of the shower.
A minute after the shower turned off we heard the bathroom door open and Angie padded down the hall and into Molly's bedroom where Molly and I were sitting.
"Thought you two would be naked already," Angie said as she stood in the doorway stark naked and dripping wet, holding a towel in her hand and smiling.
Angie in broad daylight was even more impressive a sight that she had been the night before. Those huge breasts seemed larger than ever, completely commanding your attention, large crimson aureolas capped with thick stubby nipples that were already taut.
"Would you like it if I dried off Angie?" Molly asked me, and I nodded silent agreement as Molly took the towel from Angie and began drying her back.
Angie smiled at me and ran her hands through her short jet black hair, glistening and wet and even more black than seemed possible. Those skinny arms with the tattoed biceps raised high, as if to showcase her brazen animal-like sexuality, and to signal that all was there for the taking.
Molly giggled as she rubbed the towel under Angie's arms, drying and fluffing up the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep crevices with a denseness and a volume which seemed impossible for a woman, or man.
"Angie's got real hairy armpits, doesn't she Grandpa Ed?" Molly said. "Want my Grandpa to shave yours Angie?"
"No, I like mine the way they are," Angie said. "What do you think Grandpa?"
I nodded and swallowed with difficulty, my erection now throbbing in my pants.
"Grandpa shaved mine a couple of times, and it was a lot of fun, wasn't it Grandpa Ed?" Molly declared. "Now I'm letting mine grow again, see Ang?"
