I drove away from Grandad's desperately in need of a shower. I could still smell his c*m around my mouth and feel it's sticky dryness over my back, not to mention the fact that I had been laying on his dog's mattress while he f****d me. I was lucky that John wouldn't be home when I got back and even luckier that I'd left a jacket in the car, seeing as how my blouse had two of its three buttons ripped off by Grandad in his eagerness to strip me.
When I opened the front door I could hear the phone ringing in the living room. I dashed in and caught it just in time. It was Dad. He said that he'd just had a call from Grandad inviting him round to his place next Wednesday afternoon and Grandad had mentioned that I'd be there as well. Dad went on to say that he thought Grandad was planning somet
