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 Grandpa Jack And The Twins ...  Hooking Up By Seamus

   The restaurant was shaded by a sprawling grove of pecan trees growing
beside a quiet creek.  It was a surprisingly big eating place for such a
small town.  In fact, "town" was far too pretentious because what it really
was, was a wide spot in the road where one state highway intersected
another.

   There was the restaurant, two service stations, and a decrepit old
building with a sign atop it naming it the "Broken Spoke Bar and Grocery."
No one quite knew what "Broken Spoke" referred to, but no one suggested it
be changed.  There were a few more rundown old buildings but what service
they'd once provided was a mystery--there were no signs remaining to say.

   The appeal of the little ...  call it a village ...  to the Winston
family was that it lay almost exactly halfway between the where they lived
and where Grandpa Jack Cartwright lived, and it had a place to sit down for
a while and visit.

   Brett and Candice Winston often met Grandpa Jack here at the crossroads
to pass their twin daughters off to Candice's father when he volunteered to
keep the girls for a while.  That happened two or three times a year,
depending on everyone's schedule.  Grandpa Jack loved having the kids,
including his daughter and her husband, (who were still kids in his
estimation).  They could stay with him for a week, two weeks or two months,
a year--heck, it didn't matter to Grandpa Jack.  He loved them all.

   So it was the Winstons found themselves early on this Saturday afternoon
making their way between partitions that were slightly more than head-high,
walking a narrow corridor that led to that part of the spacious eatery
farthest from the front serving counter.  The screens separated the
restaurant into a series of cubicles, places where people could have their
dinners without being part of the herd.

   There were gaps along the room dividers that opened into more accessible
spaces the family group could have used but Brett Winston was in the lead
and he always sought a place where his family could be as inconspicuous as
possible.

   Brett led everyone through the maze of partitions with his wife,
Candice, close on his heels carrying the drinks.  They were seeking a place
where the kids wouldn't disturb the restaurant's other patrons--that being
their primary concern when eating out with their twin daughters, Alicia and
Carrie.

   It wasn't that the eleven-year-old girls were bad or anything, it was
just that their parents were certain the children's high spirits, their
squeals and giggling, offended other grownups, though neither could said
exactly why they thought so.  Brett and Candice Winston just didn't want to
take a chance on anything unpleasant happening.

   When Brett got to the open area, bearing an overloaded tray, he found
he'd remembered correctly this section was very effectively screened off
from the rest of the restaurant.  He congratulated himself.

   On the other hand, every other time the Winstons and Grandpa Jack met
here, this section most remote from the front counter had been empty ... 
because it was the most remote from the front counter.  Brett was more than
a little surprised to see there was already someone all the way back here
...  and they were occupying Brett and Candice's favorite booth over in the
far corner.

   The booth was a huge thing, capable of comfortably seating eight or nine
adults.  It had a single, wide bench seat that curved all the way around a
ninety-degree turn in the far corner of the room.  The two adults and six
children already in the booth didn't begin to fill it up.

   Without pausing to consider retracing his steps and finding another,
more private, enclosure, Brett detoured to his left where two of the
good-sized tables could be shoved together for his own family's use.  He
began to offload the tray, distributing the food to their correct positions
on the table--he already knew what the seating arrangements would be.  They
never varied.  Carrie Winston sat to Grandpa Jack's left and Alicia Winston
on his right, while Candice and Brett sat across the table from them.

   Candice noticed the family sitting in the booth over there almost as
soon as her husband did.  She had them all catalogued in an instant, and
she didn't particularly care for what she saw.  Her jaws tightened
imperceptibly and her eyes grew frosty.

   What irritated Candace was that the woman and all four of the young
girls were wearing either short skirts or tight, very short shorts. 
Candice's lips thinned as she fought to look elsewhere.  Whether in shorts
or miniskirt, each of the females over there also had on a provocatively
scanty top ...  altogether too revealing, in Candice's opinion ... 
particularly considering the ages of the girl children.

   Candace slipped a half-step sideways, toward that booth full of
strangers.  She slowed and looked over her shoulder for her father who was
bringing up the rear of the little procession.

   Grandpa Jack kept on coming and was quickly even with her.  Jack smiled
down at his daughter but kept moving toward the table he saw Brett had
staked out.

   Falling into step with her father, Candice held his eyes with hers,
making him pay attention to her.  She held the long edge of the tray of
drinks tight against her lower chest, steadying it with both hands.  She
smiled up at her father.  She truly was fond of him.

   "I love you, Daddy," Candice murmured softly.

   "Love you too, baby," Jack replied cheerfully.  He grinned down at his
daughter.  Candice was 5'5" or a skosh higher so in her stockinged feet. 
When she was in heels, as she was today, she was just at the right height,
from Grandpa Jack's perspective.  And she was leaning forward so only her
father could hear her.

   When Candice turned away, Jack's eyes stayed down long enough to catch a
nice, long look down his daughter's scoop-necked top before she turned
away. There was a lot to see.  Heck, it looked like Candice was practically
carrying her breasts on the tray, and offering them up to him.  Grandpa
Jack grinned broader, happy as he could be.

   Grandpa Jack knew he was a nasty, dirty ol' man to be ogling his oldest
daughter that way, but he didn't care.  Girl watching was damned good fun,
whether the girls were relatives or not.

   Father and daughter walked side by side to the table where Brett was
already handing out lunch.  Happier now, Candice glanced back at the booth
over there.  She took the time to actually see the two young teenage boys
and the thirty-something guy sitting beside the thirty-something woman.

   The man was moderately attractive ...  slender and maybe a bit too
intense-looking for her taste ...  but he had a nice smile.  He even
flashed her one when he looked up.  Candace didn't return it.

   The boys looked close enough to be brothers, but maybe not ...  probably
not, actually.  They didn't look like they were even fraternal twins and
were too close in age to be brothers.  Cousins?  Maybe.  Candice dismissed
the family over there.  She had other things to do.

   Candice knew they couldn't leave this cubicle now and find a vacant
area. There was no time.  She and Brett were on a tight schedule and
Candice's nerves were already raw from all the frustrating delays, both
real and imagined.  Ignoring the unseemly display of womanly and girlish
charms over there, Candice set about organizing lunch, helping her husband
set barbequed ribs, brisket, hamburgers, fries, chicken bits and strange
sauces around the table.

   The 11-year-old twins, Alicia and Carrie, looked curiously around to see
what there was to see.  "Their" space was invaded by those other juvenile
females, but the twins were very, very secure in their own cuteness.  Their
interest was quickly drawn to the teenage boys slouching in their seats
over there.

   The twins flashed the boys quick, simultaneous smiles.  Those boys were
darned cute.  The twins liked cute boys.  And the boys' father?  He looked
very interesting too ...  for an older man.  The twins instinctively liked
the male components of the strange family.  Alicia and Carrie smiled at
each other.

   Grandpa Jack Cartwright put his own tray down on the table.  With his
daughter not blocking the view anymore, he could see the woman and girls in
the booth in the corner.  He only glanced, letting a vague smile crease his
lips, but his mind registered all the important details ...  an attractive,
a REALLY attractive woman sitting at one end of the curved booth; a young
teenaged girl sitting across from her on the other end of the booth was
clearly her daughter.  There were two boys sitting beside the teenage girl,
three prepubescent young girls at the back of the booth where it curved
around the corner of the room, and one lone adult male sitting beside the
woman, his attention captured by a baseball game on the TV mounted on the
wall nearly overhead.

   Grandpa Jack hauled out a chair and sat without further ceremony.  His
granddaughters crowded in beside him, sitting much closer than they needed
to.  Brett had pushed two tables together for his family group and there
was plenty of room, but Alicia and Carrie liked sitting nearly on top of
their grandfather.  Today, the force had been kind to Grandpa Jack; his
side of the table faced the booth and he could easily perform his girl
watching duties.

   Peeking up under his eyebrows, Grandpa Jack saw he had a fine view of
the woman over there, and her teenaged daughter too.  He could see the
young girls too ...  their cute legs were mostly bare under the table.  He
hadn't been able to see that standing up, even if Candace hadn't been
shielding him off from them.

   Grandpa Jack grinned, but he was careful to keep that to himself.  Then
Candace sat down to her husband's left, where she blocked off sight of the
woman over there.  Grandpa Jack growled a protest, but he kept that to
himself also.

   Grandpa Jack was about to consume mass quantities of his favorite food
...  baby-back ribs.  He had some coleslaw on his tray, and some baked
beans, but he intended to chow down on the full rack of ribs first and let
the other food groups take care of themselves.  Grandpa Jack was a
carnivore and he didn't care who knew it ...  far less did he care whether
folks approved or not.

   Since she'd inserted herself into his immediate view, the nasty,
lecherous side of Grandpa Jack checked out his oldest daughter.  Candace
took after her mother.  He saw a lot of his ex-wife in his daughter ... 
her looks anyway.

   Candace hadn't inherited any of her mother's bad attitude.  Grandpa Jack
sent a silent prayer heavenward for that bit of divine favor.

   Candace sure had his ex's coal black hair, though, sprinkled with red
glints here and there.  Candace was pretty, and she had a lightly freckled,
pert little nose.  Where Jeanette's eyes had been brown ...  Candace's were
hazel ...  and Candace wore her hair shoulder length where Jeannette had
chopped it off short.

   His oldest daughter had her mother's big breasts too.  Grandpa Jack
sighed happily to himself.  His ex had worn thirty-six 'C' bras, and he was
sure Candace's were at least that big.  Nice ...  big ...  warm ...  firmly
packed, 'C' cups, he was sure, or maybe even 'C+'....  He sighed again.

   He called up a memory of Candace as he'd seen her walking back to where
they were now.  Candace's beautifully rounded ass cheeks had been
clinching, and releasing lasciviously beneath that short denim skirt of
hers--deliciously so.

   Her father thought that sway to her walk was completely unconscious on
her part ...  but it sure served to highlight everything nice about her
lower body!  He appreciated that--he really did!  Candace had damn good
legs ...  twin columns of luscious, creamy unmarked flesh.  Her thighs were
slender, with well-shaped calves and nicely chiseled ankles below.

   Grandpa Jack smiled a lewd little smile.  He was careful no one saw it.
His daughter, Candace was the total package and he congratulated himself on
having made a such fine baby with his ex-wife.  It was probably the only
good thing the wicked witch of the west had ever done with anyone, much
less him.

   The twins, eleven-year-old Alicia and Carrie, beside him would normally
have been targets for some licentious girl watching too, young though they
were.  But they were both clad in loose, non-descript blue jeans today--bib
overalls, for Pete's sake!--and some loose, checkered shirts that fit them
like circus tents.

   The garb hid all of their young bodies from the hollow of their throats
to their dainty feet, which were concealed in heavy-duty hiking shoes
today. For all anyone could tell today, they might not have had the sturdy
little bodies, already budding breasts, cute little bubble-butt behinds,
and beautifully sculpted legs Grandpa Jack knew for a fact they had.

   He watched his granddaughters anyway, though there wasn't much to see
right now.  It was fun watching their antics ...  their muted flirting with
those two young men over there, with him, their father, and any male they
came into contact with, actually.

   Grandpa Jack enjoyed just seeing the play of emotions across their
features and like any good girl watcher, Grandpa Jack could see more using
his peripheral vision than most folks could see of what was right in front
of them.

   * * *

   Grandpa Jack was a problem solver by trade and temperament.  He'd made a
career out of an ability to find ways around critical predicaments.  Then
he sold his consulting business to dabble in politics for a while.

   He'd retired from both eventually to a very comfortable retirement while
he was young enough to enjoy it.  Today, Grandpa Jack was solving a huge
problem for his daughter, Candice, and her husband.

   It was Brett.  Seems he could sell melting ice to an Eskimo.  He
developed the gift of being able to assemble and manage huge, very
profitable, deals for the corporation and now he was being promoted from
upper-middle management to the lower-upper level.

   His new responsibilities would include coordinating widely-diverse
activities on a world-wide stage.  So Brett and his wife were going on a
trip sponsored by the corporate headquarters.  They wouldn't be back until
they'd gone virtually all the way around the world, just to acquaint Brett
with his new responsibilities and show him the various campuses of all the
corporation's interests.  It was going to be a marathon trip, and it would
take a big chunk out of the summer.

   The twins actually shuddered when they heard, totally dismayed by the
idea of accompanying their parents overseas.  They had zero interest in
seeing what was going on in southern Europe or northern Africa.  They had
even LESS curiosity about Indonesians, what they produced, or why.

   Alicia's and Carrie's eyes had filled with genuine tears at the thought
that they might have to go, so another plan was hastily contrived.  Heck,
it hadn't required any thought at all.  There was an alternate solution
immediately available.  The girls would stay with Grandpa for the almost
the whole summer.  A win-win situation for everyone concerned.

   Alicia and Carrie certainly thought it was great.  It was what they'd
wanted all along ...  they'd been thinking about the summer virtually from
the moment Spring Break ended.  From the moment the family met up with
forty-eight-year-old Grandpa Jack thirty minutes ago, they'd been tossing
Grandpa Jack furtive little glances they made sure Mom and Dad didn't see.
It wasn't that they didn't love their parents, but they really couldn't
wait for Mom and Dad to get on the road back home and leave them alone with
Grandpa Jack.

   When Mom and Dad finally left them alone with Grandpa Jack, things would
be just fine.  Things would be fantastic 'cause the twins and their
grandfather had a secret no one else in the whole, wide world knew about.
The eleven-year-old twin girls and their Grandpa Jack had been doing
naughty things with each other for the past three years and the way things
were shaping up, Grandpa Jack was going to do 'stuff' with them for nearly
the whole summer long this year.

   Alicia and Carrie giggled, throwing a pitying look at the girls across
the way in that big booth they'd 'stolen' from the Winstons.  Those girls
over there were soooo immature, just children really.  Those girls didn't
have a clue about things the twins had been doing with their grandfather
for years.  Those girls were just kids.

   The twins were young women ...  experienced young women.

   * * *

   Between bites of baby-back rib and whenever he could find an excuse to
ease over to one side or another ...  or when Candace did ...Grandpa Jack
set about scrutinizing all the young ladies in that booth over there.  His
duties as a professional girl watcher demanded he stay alert for new and
interesting female-flesh at all times, and the oldest female in that booth
...  probably the wife of the slender guy sitting next to her ...  fit the
description of 'interesting' to a T.

   The woman had big ol' eyes set in a heart-shaped face and the cutest
little up-turned nose anyone could wish for ...  almost waif-like.  She had
nice breasts too.  They weren't terribly big but they jutted out proudly,
perched high on her slender torso.  They were capped with perky nipples he
could see right through the thin fabric of her thin blouse.  She didn't
have a bra on--he could see that quite clearly.

   Grandpa Jack gave thanks to the patron saint of girl watchers that the
woman had come to the restaurant unencumbered today.

   The woman caught some of Grandpa Jack's glances and she sat up a little
straighter, unconsciously tugging at her skirt and smoothing her blouse
over her tummy as she moved her knees closer together.  That brought Jack's
eyes down to her legs, which, he noted approvingly, stretched out from
beneath a very short skirt.  NOT the usual garb for a woman with so many
kids, for sure.

   But, she had several very good reasons to show off her legs.  Those
slender thighs, for instance, what he could see of them ...  and her
beautifully shaped calves were just MADE for shameless display.  A trim
pair of ankles too.  Grandpa Jack liked legs ...  every part of them.

   Grandpa Jack approved of the woman's attributes.  He approved very much.
He flashed a quick grin at the young brunette to show his appreciation.  He
liked women who knew they were attractive, knew what their attractive parts
were, and showed them off to best advantage.

   * * *

   Sandra, known to everyone as Sandy, Pearson flushed slightly when she
saw the older man's interest, but she shook off the embarrassment, telling
herself that what he saw, he clearly liked ...  and that was a good thing
for her morale today.  She tried to disguise the blush, but she didn't
doubt the man still noticed her embarrassment.

   That he was watching her so intently bothered her at first, but the
feeling faded quickly as his frank examination of her body continued. 
Sandy didn't exactly want to be seen as brazen, but she want to be thought
of as shy and retiring either.

   By God, she told herself, she still looked damned good ...  for a woman
who'd turned thirty already.

   Thirty....

   The whole concept was so deflating.  She considered the prospect of
advancing age glumly.  She was a woman on the downside of life, and with
four kids too.  Something in her rallied; something rebelled against the
dark thoughts.

   Sandy let her body settle.  She slouched back on the bench and stretched
her legs even farther out under the table.  Hell, LET the man look.  It
wasn't hurting anybody.  Screw the nobodies who would disapprove.  She
looked back at the man, letting her face relax into a pleasant expression,
neither smiling or frowning ...  just looking.

   He wasn't bad looking in his own right, Sandy decided, appraising the
heavy-set man over there.  He wasn't terribly tall--maybe a little under
6'--but he had wide shoulders, a deep chest and a flat stomach.  He wore
cargo shorts that didn't conceal much of his strong thighs and none of his
well-muscled calves.  And his biceps comfortably filled his T-shirt
sleeves.

   He was an older man ...  Sandy heard those two young girls address him
as "Grandpa" more than once, but he still had a full head of brown hair
that was comfortably tousled.  The mussed hair and laugh lines said he
loved the informal side of life and he had a ball watching all the players
on the stage.  The touch of silver at his temples only made him look that
much more ...  experienced.

   Sandy liked what she saw.  Turning to see if her husband noticed she was
flirting with another man, Sandy was appalled to catch sight of her oldest
daughter also responding to the older man's rough-hewn good looks.

   * * *

   Twelve-year-old Natasha (Tasha, thank you very much) Pearson's young
body was awash with hormones.  Truth be told, they'd been coursing through
her system since she'd turned ten.  An inadvertent touch, something she
witnessed, a TV show ...  anything ...  was liable to set off a heat in her
groin.  Once, her eyes had fastened on her brother's baseball bat laying in
the back yard and she'd had to go to her bathroom and lock the door for
some extended private time.

   It was that way all day, every day.  There were days of desperation when
it was all she could do to not hump every bedpost and doorknob in the house
for relief.  It was taking over ...  it had TAKEN over her life.

   Tasha didn't have hair one on her crotch, not even peach fuzz.  She'd
long since decided she liked it that way.  It was so neat, so ...  clean.
Some of the other girls in her middle school--Tasha thought of them as
hairy beasts--were developing great furry bushes 'down there' already,
along with fleshy teats they were inordinately proud of.  Tasha didn't have
a clue why those girls thought their tits should slosh around on their
chests so loosely; she didn't think it was very attractive at all, though
she conceded many of the boys at her school were enthralled.

   Tasha was 4'10" of girlish sexuality, long legged, and inordinately
pleased with her body.  Her hair was a dark shade of brunette that she kept
brushed to a glossy sheen, just like her mother.

   Best of all, she'd gone from a training bra to an A-cup in only a couple
of months, and that pleased her no end.  None of her girl classmates had
Tasha's long legs and perky breasts ...  those twin cone-shaped morsels of
soft firmness had eraser-sized little nipples that peeked upward at the
sky. Tasha thought her boobies were beautiful and she treated them well,
stroking and massaging them whenever she could, until her nipples were hard
little point sources of indescribable bliss.  She just KNEW she was ready
for more and greater pleasure.  She only needed someone to teach her what
came next.

   She hadn't paid much attention to the interlopers invading the Pearson's
space ...  but then she noticed her mother's interest in that older guy
over there.  What Mom liked, Tasha was prepared to like.  The
twelve-year-old grinned at nothing and no one.

   Sometimes Mom was SUCH a hussy!!!

   Tasha thought it to herself, not daring to say it aloud.  It was a thing
Tasha knew her mother tried to hide.  Not that Tasha minded what her mother
really was.  Her girlfriends' mothers were so stuffy and boring they drove
everyone around them crazy.

   Tasha smiled again and this time, she didn't care who saw it.  Mom and
she were on the same wavelength today, by golly.  When Tasha had noted her
mother's scanty attire for this afternoon's drive, she'd raced back to her
room to find a skirt just as short as her mother's and threw on a crop top
that left her tanned midriff bare.  Mom wasn't wearing a bra, so Tasha
wasn't either.

   Tasha's sandals were built up at the heel, just like Mom's, so Tasha was
two inches taller this afternoon than she was in her bare feet, and the
high heels molded her calves in a most attractive fashion.  It wasn't that
she was intentionally trying to upstage her Mom but she wouldn't have
minded either.  Tasha was a female animal and ready to compete for male
attention ...  and that included competition from her own mother.

   Watching her mother flirt ever more brazenly with that older man over
there, Tasha relaxed and settled in to watch the action, get some pointers,
and maybe do some flirting herself.

   This was fun!  Normally, she and her girlfriends wouldn't even have
noticed a man his age.  My God, he had to be waaaaaaaaaay over forty!  But,
in the course of wondering why a slight rosy tinge was coloring her
mother's features, Tasha came to see the older man had some ... 
interesting qualities.

   For one thing, he was big--all over.  Tasha could see a good-sized lump
in the man's shorts and that totally captured Tasha's attention.  She'd
been noticing penises as they lay hidden in boys' and men's pants for a
long time now.  In fact, one of her girlfriends had called Tasha a 'crotch
watcher' before school let out for the summer.

   Taken aback at first, Tasha had decided it was true.  Nowadays, she
embraced the idea.

   The twelve-year-old felt blood rushing to her nipples.  She knew the
feeling well.  The pink nubbins always changed into coral-tinted erotic
zones of the first degree as they grew erect.  Already, they were too
sensitive for her to resist finding some relief.  Bending over, she
surreptitiously rubbed the tips against the table surface.  She was sure no
one noticed ...  and it felt soooo good!  She almost lost it, stifling a
moan only at the last moment.

   Tasha wiggled her ass in her seat.  The hard plastic felt good against
her butt cheeks.  Spreading her thighs, she tried to force her pussy lips
into contact with the seat through her panties and skirt.

   The warm, wet ...  itchy ...  feeling was beginning in her groin again.
Tasha was moderately surprised no one noticed.  She was sure the aroma
signaling her need for a man had to be noticeable for yards around in every
direction.  She needed a man ...  the man over there would do just fine. 
How could anyone miss her hunger?  She moaned soundlessly, piteously.

   When her mother stretched her legs out and planted the soles of her
sandals on one of the big, round supports upon which the big tabletop was
mounted, Tasha slouched lower, scooted her ass to the edge of the bench
seat, and propped her feet up on the other side of the same post.  She
wriggled around a little, settling herself in her new position and dipped
another French fry in the small tub of catsup.

   Glancing at her mother, and then at the guy over there, she made a big
production of licking the catsup off and then swallowing the fry ... 
feeding it into her mouth lengthwise.  Natasha Pearson smiled mischievously
and flicked another glance at the big man with the smiling face.

   * * *

   When the oldest of the four young girls over there shifted her cute
little butt around on the bench seat over there, Grandpa Jack noticed
immediately and divined the reason almost as quickly.  She sneaked a peek
every once in a while, checking to see if he was noticing.  Grandpa Jack
rewarded the developing young girl a generous smile all her own.  His grin
broadened when the girl smiled back at him.

   And then Grandpa Jack's gaze left her and passed on.  Professional girl
watchers learned discretion quickly.  They learned not to be caught
watching by boyfriends, lovers, husbands ...  or fathers.

   Besides, there were three other little girls over there who deserved
their own appreciative consideration.  None of them were old enough to have
more than just the beginnings of breasts, but they had curvy, nicely shaped
legs and ankles.  Those three younger girls were just as cute and cuddly as
they could be.

   On the other hand, however young they might be, the three prepubescent
girls were working hard at becoming big girls, deliberately teasing the
libidos of the two young teenage boys with them.  One of the girls had a
bare foot resting casually on the teenage boy's thigh closest to her ... 
and it was awfully near where his prick was extending itself down his leg.

   Grandpa Jack grinned.

   That little girl--she looked like she was the youngest--was discretely
rocking her foot back and forth on her heel, kneading the boy's thigh
muscle and probably torturing him unmercifully.

   Grandpa Jack decided this was going to be one, really fine,
extra-special kind of day.  One to be remembered forever.  He just wished
he had one of those spy cameras so he could document everything.  He sighed
and made a mental note to shop around for one so he'd never again miss a
moment like this.

   * * *

   "Grandpa," young Alicia whispered in his ear, "that lady over there is
flirting with you." She giggled as Grandpa Jack glanced up at the woman in
question.  He couldn't help but smile.

   He bent low to his right to whisper in Alicia's ear so no one else would
hear.

   "Not hardly!!" he whispered back.  "She's way beyond flirting.  She's
somewhere between wondering how she can get her phone number to me without
anyone noticing ...  and just trotting over here to rape me where I sit,"
he told to his granddaughter.

   Alicia giggled happily.  She liked it when Grandpa Jack talked naughty.

   "And," Grandpa Jack added, "so is that pretty young lady across the
table from her," he added.

   Alicia shot a quick look at the young girl in question.  Old married
women could flirt with her grandfather, but flirting directed at her
Grandpa Jack from girls in her own age group was intolerable!

   The girl over there didn't see Alicia's glance.  If she had, it might
have hurt ...  striking as it did right between the eyes.  Alicia saw for
herself Grandpa Jack was absolutely right.  As Alicia watched, the girl's
hand snaked down to pull up on her skirt on her right side, exposing some
more thigh to Grandpa's view.  Her right butt-cheek was just BARELY hidden
now and it was only a matter of time.  If the girl over there had seen
Alicia's second glare, she'd have expired on the spot.

   Alicia turned back to her grandfather with a scowl on her face.  "The
slut!" she whispered, outraged the young girl over there would dare....

   Grandpa Jack chuckled out loud.  He couldn't help it.

   When Alicia's mother, his daughter, glanced up at him, he improvised. 
"Sorry," he apologized, "me and Miss Fancypants here have a bet," he said,
thinking fast.  "If I win, she does my turn at washing dishes for five
days," he explained.

   "What's the bet?" Candice asked.

   "Well, it's about how long you two parental types can stand sitting here
with us--without having a nervous breakdown ...  or running out the front
door screaming to scoot back home to do some more planning, suitcase
packing ...  or something like that," Grandpa Jack said.

   "Oh, I don't think we're in all that much of a hurry," Candice replied
hastily, coloring a little.  She'd thought her impatience was well
disguised.

   "Good!" her father responded.  "There's a nice little county park a
couple miles back up the road and I was thinking we could go see if there's
anyone's still there.  I think, you know, maybe we could get a pickup game
a' horseshoes going and have a fine afternoon under those big ol' shade
trees.  Whatcha think?"

   Candace's eyes widened.  She tried to think of a good argument against
staying any longer in this one-horse town than absolutely necessary.

   Grandpa Jack leered at his daughter.  "You know honey, could be a
profitable afternoon ...  I 'spect I could sell tickets to those good ol'
boys there, just to watch you bend over and pick up a horseshoe or two!" he
said slyly.

   The look of horror on his daughter's face was priceless.  Candace shot a
look at her young daughters.  Their grinning faces showed Candace they
absolutely DID understand their grandfather's innuendo.  THEY thought it
was funny.

   Candace was scandalized and started to scold her father for his ribald
commentary, but she didn't get the chance.  Dad wasn't paying attention to
her any more.

   "What do you think, Brett?" Grandpa Jack asked, turning to his
son-in-law, wondering how Brett would handle this.  Sometimes Brett wasn't
the most assertive man in the world, but he had his moments....

   "Well...," Brett drawled after another bite of brisket.  Grandpa Jack
thought Brett might have turned his head enough to actually catch sight of
that woman over there in his peripheral vision.  Good technique, Grandpa
Jack thought ...  for an amateur.

   "Might be a good idea, Dad," Brett remarked.  "Hell, I'D buy a ticket!
Whaddya think we should charge?"

   Candice's jaw dropped.  She stared at her husband beside her in
disbelief; then she slapped his arm ...  hard!  Bret shrugged it off and
winked at his father-in-law using the eye his wife couldn't see.

   Grandpa Jack guffawed, well pleased with his son-in-law.  Jack grinned
impudently at his daughter, she of the suddenly rosy complexion and
embarrassed expression.  She shifted uneasily and protested vociferously,
but Jack also detected a certain smug satisfaction that slipped in amongst
her other reactions.  Grandpa Jack grinned.  His daughter was actually a
little pleased at the ribald exchange.

   Grandpa Jack decided to let his daughter off the hook.  He turned to
Alicia and pretended to find a quarter in her ear.  "Well, look at that!"
he exclaimed.  "How you figure that got there, huh?"

   Alicia swatted at his hand, pretending to try to swipe the coin out of
his hand.  The quarter disappeared again, only to be retrieved from her
nose, and then from under the collar of her shirt.  Each time, Grandpa Jack
flashed the shiny new coin in front of Alicia's eyes and showing it to her
parents.

   When he finished, he did a few other things that kept things light at
the table ...  winding up with an apparent attempt to hypnotize Carrie, but
pretending to be hypnotized himself instead.  It was all good fun and it
kept the twins occupied ...  to their parent's dismay.  The twins were
taking FOREVER to eat their lunches.  Mom and Dad were finished long before
their children were.

   By the time everyone was done, Candace's toe was beating a rapid, very
light, tattoo on the floor beneath the table.  It was the only way she
could relieve the pressure ...  and still have any chance at all of
concealing how impatient she was becoming from her Dad.

   * * *

   "Now, Grandpa Jack?" Alicia asked plaintively.  Goodbyes between parents
and children had been taken care of at the table and the twins' parents had
been gone for almost ...  a full minute.  The girls wanted to get on with
their summer.

   "Now what?" Jack said, as if surprised.  He wasn't.  There was a
well-established ritual they would go through now, and he enjoyed
traditions.

   "Can we go change?" the twins asked in unison in that way twins have of
coordinating things, apparently through telepathy.

   "Change?" Grandpa Jack mused quietly, his face a mask of innocence that
changed slowly to a blatantly lecherous one.  "Oh ...  you mean, you girls
have something more 'interesting' to put on for your ol' grandpa, do ya?"

   "Uh-huh," the girls said together, nodding emphatically.  They were
grinning broadly.  They liked this game too.

   He knew that they knew he knew they had something scandalously short,
revealing, and perhaps borderline illegal in a small suitcase carefully
placed on top of the mass of luggage already transferred to the back of his
SUV.

   They'd worn the blue overalls and Daddy's discarded dress shirts as a
disguise so Mom and Dad would never THINK of being concerned about the
relationship between their little girls and Grandpa.  For the past three
years, though, the twins had brought something with them to change into at
the hand-over point ...  something that expressed their blossoming
sexuality and their growing interest in exhibiting their hot little bodies.
They loved to show off.

   Grandpa Jack looked at his watch.  "Better give it another ten minutes,"
he decided.

   The girls nodded.

   He said the same thing every time they came to visit, be it Spring
Break, summer vacation, a pre-Christmas holiday, or whatever ...  he was
always careful about their secret.  He was right and they knew it.

   Mom was a little scatterbrained, and Dad was totally stressed out even
at the best of times.  Mom might have left her purse behind, as she'd done
that one time, for instance, and she or Dad might have forgotten to say
some magical word, discovered an urgent need for just one more hug from
their baby girls, or ...  something equally nonsensical.

   But if they got ten minutes down the road, everyone could be certain
they would keep driving in that direction.  Dad wouldn't DO a twenty-minute
roundtrip back the restaurant ...  not for ANYTHING.

   While they waited for the time to pass, the twins turned to showing
Grandpa Jack how much they thought of him.  No one in the restaurant knew
what they whispered in his ear were nasty little words designed to make him
horny ...  hornier ...  and get him ready to do to them what they badly
needed done to them.  In spite of themselves, and the need for caution they
knew they had to exercise, their caresses became more personal as time
passed, and so did his.

   "How come you're looking at that woman?" Carrie whispered curiously. 
She was standing right beside him.  Carrie took another moment to
surreptitiously nibble at his earlobe.  She knew the touch of her teeth
sent shivers down her grandfather's spine.

   "Well ...  " Grandpa Jack replied just as softly, not wanting to be
overheard by the group over there, "she's pretty ...  and she's sexy ... 
and she's pretty sexy!  Are those enough reasons?"

   Carrie made a face him and pretended to slap his face to bring him back
from whatever fantasyland he'd gone to.  Grandpa Jack pretended to shake
off the daydreams.  "Well, she IS!"

   Carrie leaned closer to her grandfather's ear.  "You think she can give
you a better blowjob than me or 'Licia?" she whispered.  Her sweet face
revealed no sign of the lewdness of her question.

   Grandpa Jack's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard.  "No,
that could never be," he whispered softly, stroking Carrie's lower back. 
"You gonna give me one on the way home?" he asked hopefully.

   Carrie breathed a hot breathe into his ear before whispering her reply.

   "Don't we always?" she asked sweetly, a little louder.  No one could
know what she was talking about, even if they did overhear her.

   Whispering again, she continued, "I want you to cum a ton in my mouth
while you drive us home, Grandpa Jack," she whispered breathlessly, as
excited by her words as her grandfather was.  "I want to taste all that
nasty cream on my tongue, and I want to show you all your cum in my mouth
and then I want to drink it down into my tummy," she told him.

   Grandpa Jack swallowed hard again.  His eyes grew unfocused for just a
second before blinking their way back from the vision evoked by his
granddaughter's words.  What she'd said stoked the inner fire already
building in his groin.

   As his desire deepened, his discretion waned.

   Probably no one saw his hand drift down from the small of Carrie's back
to cup a beautifully rounded little ass-cheek, but Carrie wriggled
delightedly, pleased at the reaction she'd coaxed out of Grandpa Jack.

   She had to cover a moan with a little cough when Grandpa Jack squeezed
gently, surreptitiously kneading his granddaughter's firm little butt.

   Grandpa Jack grinned at having coaxed a revelation of how highly she was
also stimulated from his granddaughter.  It would never do to let the twins
think they had the upper hand, he thought virtuously.

   * * *

   Sandy Pearson watched as those two girls' parents left.  She wasn't
eavesdropping, but the tables were only fifteen feet away, and their words
were often clear and sharp.  So grandpa had the girls for the whole summer,
eh?

   Sandy understood body language.  Sandy knew the older guy was much more
than simply aware of her presence and she enjoyed that knowledge.  She
loved the idea that a man--a big, strong, virile male animal--was
thoroughly enjoying looking at her body.  She cooperated, letting her skirt
slide still further up her thighs to give him fleeting glances of her
panties whenever she could find an excuse.  She was perfectly aware the
excuses were becoming less and less necessary in her mind, and the panty
shots were becoming more numerous and more revealing as time passed.  She
didn't care.

   It bothered Sandy that the twin girls and their grandfather were so very
affectionate ...  and more.

   Sandy watched as they moved around him in a slow, almost choreographed,
dance.  First one girl would touch and stroke the older man's arms or
chest, or lean in to kiss his cheek and whisper a girlish secret in his
ear, and then the other would move in.

   Grandpa would pretend to be shocked when he heard what they had to say,
and he'd swat at the girl's behind, or drag her close to tickle her ribs,
or pretend to nip at her neck while growling in mock ferocity.  But ... 
the "bite" changed to a kiss more often than not, sometimes trailing down
the girl's neck to the open throat of her shirt.

   Sandy's eyes narrowed.  The caresses and strokes over there were getting
positively ...  intimate.  Though Grandpa's hands stayed usually at the
girls' blue jean covered waists, every once in a while those strong,
well-shaped fingers would slide below their waists in back ...  down to
their asses?  She couldn't see behind them, but it sure looked like....

   Sandy watched the girls' eyes and their faces.  Neither of them minded
one bit what Grandpa was doing.  They beamed and wriggled their bodies when
he caressed them and they closed their eyes and rubbed themselves against
him whenever they thought they could get away with it.

   Those two girls were loving EVERYTHING that was happening between them
and their grandfather.  Indeed, every once in a while, one or the other
would give out a half-moan before she could smother it.

   Sandy was shocked.  All that was wrong!  No grandfather should be
stroking his granddaughters that way, and certainly not in PUBLIC!!

   She should report it; she should go right up to the front counter and
demand they call the sheriff, or whatever.  She WOULD do that!

   But her body never moved; her legs refused to reposition themselves so
she could get up.

   Instead, a strangled mewl of passion and need hissed silently between
Sandy's lips.  She wished her own grandfather had done all this to her!  Or
her father--Daddy could've....

   Stunned where her thoughts had turned, certain ...  call them
'rebellious' ...  memories came back to the surface.  Sandy recalled those
days ...  the WEEKS of being tormented by urges she couldn't name.  She'd
only known she had a deep ...  lust-fueled itch deep inside, a void she had
known instinctively she needed get filled somehow, someway.

   Sandy had had those feelings when she was young.  She had them still.

   Two more deep breaths, and Sandy completely forgot her indignation over
the inappropriateness of the grandfather-granddaughter interaction.  NOW
she was envious--she was jealous of those girls over there.  Sandy wanted
grandpa's hands on HER instead of them.  His strokes should be gliding over
HER skin, and she wanted her ears nibbled like Grandpa was doing to them.
Those girls didn't have to deal with urges not being met.

   It wasn't fair, dammit!

   The churning deep in Mrs.  Sandra Pearson's groin grew stronger, more
insistent and she grew increasingly less able to ignore it.  Sandy groaned
deep in her chest, and let her knees fall farther apart.  She swiveled her
hips around so she would be facing more toward the trio over there.  If
Grandpa wanted to look, she'd show him anything ...  everything ...  he
might want to see.

   Twelve-year-old Tasha saw her mother's distress and intuitively knew
what was happening to her mother, because Tasha felt that way too.  When
Tasha and her mother's eyes met, all the ancient knowledge known to the
female of the species flashed between them.  For a moment, they were as
close as any mother and daughter had ever been.  They were female animals
on the prowl, and they both knew it.

   * * *

   "Now, Grandpa Jack?" Carrie pleaded, breaking off a kiss she was
planting on her grandfather's lips.

   Grandpa checked his watch.  He waggled his head from side to side
uncertainly.  "Hmmmmmm, well...." He pursed his lips musingly, and looked
up for guidance from the ceiling.

   His head snapped down.  "NOW!" he replied, holding his key chain at
arm's length.

   Alicia was quicker this time.  When the girl's had come to visit during
their spring break in March, it had been Carrie who reacted before her
sister could.

   Alicia snatched the keys and raced for the restaurant door with her
sister a half step behind.  They didn't make TOO much commotion running out
to their grandfather's SUV.

   Minutes later, they were back inside and rushing to the girls' restroom
with the blue duffle bag in hand.  Grandpa Jack smiled contentedly.

   * * *

   Tasha had been watching her mother closely for a long while.  She knew
her mom was excited because her mother's heat matched her own.  The two had
identical flushes showing at their throats that gave them away to the
other. Tasha knew her mom was getting even more excited because that guy
over there was flirting right back.

   Tasha had no criticism for her mother, because Tasha was trying just as
hard to draw the older man's attention to herself ...  'cause that guy was
flirting with her too!  Tasha let her knees slide a little farther apart,
turned toward him and bit-by-bit, tugged her skirt up to show him as much
thigh as she thought she could get away with ...  and maybe a little bit
more.  She didn't care.

   Then she gave that old man what she knew he wanted.  She turned her
whole body away from the man and leaned WAY across her brother and cousin,
Jeff, to say a nothing comment to her sister, ten-year-old Melissa. 
Natasha extended her right leg out to the side as she leaned to the left.
She had to do that ...  for balance, of course.  Her skirt rode up higher
up her right thigh than she'd ever purposefully allowed in her life.

   Tasha knew that grandpa could see how firm and beautifully shaped her
ass-cheeks were and how fine her satiny-smooth thighs were.  She knew she
was making a lewd spectacle of herself.  She knew he was looking too.  She
had to stifle a moan, the naughty pleasure was so intense.

   Tasha grinned at her mother when she saw her mother was noting every
thing her oldest daughter did.

   Her mother grinned back.

   They were more like schoolgirls ...  friends ...  immensely enjoying
everything they were doing, and loving the response they were getting. 
Without saying a word, they knew they were both going to up the ante,
starting right now because if Mom's eyes were smoldering with repressed
desires, Tasha's eyes were boiling cauldrons of desperate need.

   They had monkeys on their backs they could pacify only one way.

   * * *

   In the midst of performing his duties as a professional girl watcher,
Grandpa Jack left off to study the guys at the table ...  and found them
lacking.  The guy next to the 30-something woman, dad and husband probably,
was essentially clueless.  He was slender, not excessively so, but he
wasn't carrying any extra weight.  Maybe he was a runner, a jogger, where
Grandpa Jack got his exercise lifting weights and punching a heavybag in
the gym.

   The thing was, he was sitting next to a hell of a sexy woman Grandpa
Jack AND there was a hot, hot, HOT young daughter sitting across from him
just begging for a man's attention ...  any man's attention.

   And jogger dude was watching a baseball game??

   Grandpa looked closer.  No, by golly!  It was a TAPE of a baseball game,
one played last night.  He'd watched it live.  The Yankees had won,
continuing a great beginning to the new season.  Grandpa Jack shook his
head.  Hubby over there needed to get a life, 'cause the one he had was
slipping slowly away.

   The teenaged boys had been fascinated by Grandpa Jack's two
granddaughters as they raced out, even in their loose shirts and baggy blue
jeans.  Grandpa Jack tried to choke back a laugh.  When the boys saw what
his granddaughters were going to have on out of the restroom, those boys'
jaws might become permanently unhinged.

   Then he DID chuckle.  He couldn't help it.  God, life was soooo good! 
He grinned at the family across the way.

   * * *

   Sandy saw one of the twin blonde girls come back in long enough to toss
grandpa's keys back to him, and then the girl left again in a long lope. 
Sandy had no idea why they were suddenly so fired up and racing around so
frantically.

   Mrs.  Pearson took the opportunity of the twin's absence to study the
man over there more intently.

   She wondered what he would be like in bed.  There!  She'd admitted it to
herself ...  and the admission let loose a flood of emotion.  She wanted
him.  Wanted him badly.  It was beyond horny.  It was a physical need.

   She decided he'd be just what he was, a man.  He'd take her like a man
was meant to take a woman, she thought.  He'd throw her legs over his
shoulders and plow her like a farmer would a field in the springtime ... 
like a stallion taking a broodmare.

   Sandy shivered delicately, relishing the delicious picture in her mind.
She KNEW the strange man would make her cum hard, time after time, whether
she wanted it or not.  Not like Greg....

   She sighed aloud and turned to look around her family for a moment. 
Here she was, on one end of a big, crescent-shaped booth right next to a
husband who was oblivious to his wife's needs and her blatant display of
herself for another man's pleasure.  How could he be so blind?

   Across from her, Tasha was working hard on getting that man's attention
too ...  and doing a fine job of it!  The girl might only be twelve, but
she was a woman in heat too.  Sandy knew the look on Tasha's features--she
was certain her own face reflected the same desires.

   Sandy grinned rapaciously.  It was strange both she and her oldest
daughter found themselves on opposite ends of the booth's bench seat ... 
both of them thus able to play to that guy over there.  Kind of like fate?
She laughed.  More like a mutual case of the hornies and a desperate need
to show a virile man their bodies--their willingness!  Sandy muffled a lewd
little laugh.

   There sat her freckle-faced, auburn-haired son Shawn across the table
from her, to Tasha's left.  He was undeniably a handsome young man, Sandy
decided.  He was going to be taller than his father, if the current growth
spurt meant anything.  Girls in the neighborhood knocked on the Pearson's
door a LOT, wanting to talk to Shawn, wanting to see him, wanting him to
come out and ...  play?

   Impulsively, Sandy slouched lower in her seat and slid her sandals off
to run her toes along her son's shin all the way up to his knee.  She let
her foot slide down, then stroked her own son's shin again.  Startled,
Shawn looked up at her.  Bewildered and instantly aroused, the boy could
only stare.

   Sandy smiled knowingly and sent a bawdy wink his way.  Her son colored
and looked around to see if anybody had noticed before he smiled back at
her but he didn't know what message his mother's massaging toes were
sending.

   He shifted uncomfortably.  He pretended a return to listening to his MP3
player but he wasn't.  His eyes--he thought them hidden from Sandy's sight
beneath his brows--lingered on the open buttons of his mother's blouse. 
He'd never seen such a generous expanse of her firm breasts before.  He was
almost drooling, thinking what it would be like to-

   Sandy grinned.  She knew her boy was faking it.  Shawn thought his
mother didn't know what he was looking at.  So she worked her shoulders
around, moving her body more sensuously than she'd ever dared before in
public, and never for her son's benefit, leaning forward and running her
fingertips from her throat to the hollow between the swell of her breasts.

   The V-shaped opening of her blouse slid lower on her torso and more of
the swell of her upper breasts slipped into view.

   Sandy giggled when Shawn's gaze involuntarily shot back up to see if
she'd meant to expose more of herself.  She winked to let him know she was
aware of his interest ...  and didn't mind.

   Shawn cautiously smiled back, thoroughly delighted and incredibly
excited.  He tried to shift his penis around a little without anyone
seeing.

   * * *

   To Shawn's left, his red-headed cousin, Jeff, had a pair of earphones on
too.  Both boys were listening to their tunes as a sign they were supremely
bored and above it all.  It was a thing teenagers do instinctively.  But,
Jeff, who could have been watching his aunt's sudden attack of
exhibitionism right along with Shawn, was only vaguely aware of her.

   Jeff glanced surreptitiously to HIS left as often as he dared, where his
sister was sitting between his two younger girl cousins, Shawn's sisters,
as they sat at the back of the booth.

   His sister, Elaine, was an auburn-haired, pretty little girl of nine. 
Her tenth birthday was only a few weeks away.  Even at home, Elaine had
Jeff's attention all the time.  It seemed to Jeff that Elaine deliberately
teased him, loving to wear tight, very short, shorts and tiny skirts that
were always well above her knee.

   Elaine was a sturdy youngster who loved soccer so those fleshy legs were
well-toned muscles, not flab.  She'd have been an idiot not to show those
legs off, in Jeff's considered opinion.  And Jeff's world would have been a
lot more tranquil if Elaine just wouldn't lie on her belly in the living
room to watch TV.  Whatever she had on would always ride up on her thighs,
exposing the whole length of her firm legs to whoever was on the couch
behind her.

   His sister wasn't the only teaser in Jeff's extended family--not by a
long shot.  His cousin, nine-year-old Danielle, had been toying with him
ever since they'd got here by propping up one heel on his thigh and rocking
her pretty little foot back and forth.  Jeff's libido was a red-hot,
throbbing demon that consumed every fragment of his awareness this
afternoon.

   He wondered if the cute, brown-haired Danielle knew what she was doing
to him.  It seemed impossible for her to not understand, but she smiled so
innocently at him whenever caught her eye.

   Right now, Jeff could see the whole length of Danielle's leg from her
pretty little toes all the way up to her upper thigh.  Jeff just KNEW his
cousin's skin was creamy smooth--he could imagine what the flesh of her
upper thighs would feel like under his hands.

   Danielle's jogging shorts were drawn tight over her slit, drawing
attention to the beautifully shaped little camel toe between her
wide-spread thighs.  She didn't seem to be aware of it.

   Jeff's throat was dry and he licked his parched lips as he furtively
drank in the view.  Jeff pretended to listen intently to the song playing
on his smart phone, but he really wouldn't have heard a note if the band
had been sitting in the booth with him.

   Every moment, it seemed there was something new to see.  His sister,
Elaine, had her hands on both of her girl cousins' thighs now, squeezing
and kneading the firm flesh.  Jeff caught his breath when Elaine actually
stroked Danielle's and her ten-year-old cousin, Melissa's, legs from crotch
to kneecap right in front of him!

   'OH MY GOD!!' he thought, his mind reeling.  He was in seventh heaven.
The only way it could be better would be if the hands stroking those
delectable thighs were his, instead of his sister's.

   * * *

   Whatever the boys were listening to sounded horrible to Sandy.  She
shuddered lightly, her thoughts veering away from the boys.

   Actually, Sandy felt great.  At the ripe old age of thirty, dull ol'
Mrs. Pearson was going to have a debutante's ball of sorts.  Sandy giggled
at the unintended double entendre.  Watch out world, she shouted silently.
Sandy's comin' out party is almost here.

   The mother of four great kids and wife to a fine man, Sandy deliberately
swiveled her ass away from her husband to face 'Grandpa' over there.  She
dropped the shield of propriety and modesty she'd held between herself and
her body's needs for years and years of silent suffering ...  since her
first baby had been conceived ...  and when Greg put her up on this
impossible pedestal.

   She let decorum die while she exhaled a long sigh.  Sandy felt her face
muscles relax and a sultry, inviting smile spread over her lips.  She
wanted this man to see the heat in her.

   Letting her hands drop to her lap, and then lower, Sandy casually slid
her hand down to adjust her skirt ...  to tug it up a bit so it wouldn't
hide anything from him.  She wanted him to see.

   She dared to press her fingers against her panty-clad pussy, and was
surprised to find a slick wetness already there.  She let a soundless
whimper escape her lips and touched herself again, not bothering to see if
her husband or if any of the children were watching.  It just didn't matter
anymore.

   * * *

   Tasha noticed the change in her mother's posture instantly.  Her eyes
got big as she watched her mother's upper arm move, the muscles working her
hand rhythmically, just out of sight below the tabletop.  She didn't have
to see where her mother's fingers were to figure out what was happening.

   When Tasha looked up, her mother was watching her, grinning
mischievously and nodding conspiratorially.  Tasha grinned back and slumped
in her seat and turned to her right to expose herself to the same man her
mother was interested in.

   In seconds, Tasha's fingers were rubbing at her pubic mound too,
pressing the flesh over her clit and making her own pulse pound.  Mom and
daughter masturbated together, knowing the man over there would see exactly
what they were doing.

   Sandy glanced back at her husband once again.  She elbowed him in the
ribs, but got only a distracted grunt in return.  Sandy sighed.  Greg was
hopeless.  The game was going into extra innings and he was totally
engrossed.

   The two boys and three younger girls were beginning to suspect
something. They couldn't see through the tabletop to watch Sandy or Tasha
directly, but they could FEEL something was happening.  There was a
excitement in the air one could cut with a knife.

   Remembering they were there, Sandy threw a quick smile to the three
little girls at the back of the booth.  Abruptly, she decided if she had
ANYTHING to say about it, they wouldn't have to go through childhood with
an all consuming compulsion gnawing at their guts.  Sandy would see they
didn't have to suffer as she had.

   * * *

   Each twin had on a white halter top that from the front looked bland and
only moderately 'interesting' as Grandpa Jack referred to it.  The devil
was in the details though ...  definitely in the details.

   In back, the halter tops exposed all of their lightly tanned, creamy
smooth shoulders and backs.  Even in front, the whole length of their arms
were bare and the deep "V" necklines dipped low enough to expose a distinct
cleft between the upper slopes of their young breasts.  The tops didn't
hide nicely tanned midriffs either.  The girls wanted all the men, and
boys, in the world to see.  Spaghetti-thin straps were tied around their
necks and slightly broader straps were fastened at the rear along the
bottom of the halter tops, but that was all they had on above the waist.

   Their pleated blue plaid skirts were short and sassy.  Blue was Grandpa
Jack's favorite color and therefore, theirs.  If each skirt was only an
inch shorter, the lower curves of their firm, round little butt cheeks
would have been visible, but the girls carefully kept that inch of
discretion intact by adjusting where the waistband rested on their hips. 
Both girls wore blue bikini panties, and they had every intention of
showing them to Grandpa Jack, sooner rather than later.

   Their long, tanned legs were bare for the simple reason they knew that,
even at their age, they had lovely legs ...  and Grandpa Jack liked all of
those legs out in plain sight for his, and other men's voyeuristic
pleasure.

   Grandpa Jack was a 'leg man' and loved the girls showing as much of
their silky-smooth thighs as possible ...  and neither twin would ever
think of hiding anything from Grandpa Jack.  Their calves and shapely
ankles were beautifully sculpted by the high-heeled sandals they wore.  The
common-sense hiking shoes they'd worn earlier were stowed in the small
duffel now; they wouldn't be worn again until it was time for the twins to
go home to Mom and Dad.

   Alicia and Carrie were cute--pretty rather than beautiful.  They would
never have the classic beauty of top-flight models or actresses, but their
prettiness would last much longer than a debutante's refined features, and
the girls would never need plastic surgery to maintain their
attractiveness.

   In a few moments, the two girls had applied some light makeup--just a
little eye shadow to bring out their beautiful green eyes, some mascara to
highlight their long lashes, and a touch of pink lip gloss to emphasize
their soft, very kissable lips.  The blush in their cheeks was natural. 
They didn't need any rouge ...  they were excited and it showed.  Their
eyes fairly danced with a licentious glee.

   They practiced pouting expressions, pretending an innocence they no
longer had a use for.  Each twin's straight, shoulder-length, blonde hair
was caught up in a ponytail at the back of their heads and it swung saucily
from side to side in time to their footsteps.

   The twins practiced their walk for a bit, letting their hips rock
seductively from side to side as they walked until they were satisfied they
were doing it as alluringly as possible.  Their walk wasn't the bawdy
swagger of the streetwalker; it wasn't the practiced strut of the
professional model; and it wasn't the mesmerizing hip-roll of the hula
dancer.  But it was all three of those, and more.  The girls knew the
hypnotic rhythm of their swaying hips, the play of the muscles in their
firm little asses and thighs, and the dancing ponytails would mesmerize any
male of the species ...  and many of the females too.

   There were frequent interruptions for bouts of giggling.  When their own
delighted laughter threatened to overtake them, their hands slapped into
place over their mouths to stifle the sounds.  They didn't want to draw any
attention to themselves just yet, but being naughty was soooooo delicious
...  a sensation that had their young groins stewing in juices.  They
sniffed, detecting the aroma of their own arousals.  They knew Grandpa Jack
would recognize the savory odor as well, just as soon as they came near
him.

   The twins gave each other a final check.  They adjusted each other's
ponytail, tugged their tops a fraction of an inch into a more revealing
position, and murmured one last critique of their twin's choreographed
saunter.  Finally ready, they gave each other a silent high five and
grinned happily at their reflections in the mirrors.

   They were scrumptiously sexy hotties, and they knew it.  They loved
BEING hotties ...  and they LIVED to see the effect they had on men and
boys.  They loved Grandpa Jack and they loved him for helping them be more
of what they really were.  They liked the exhibitionistic side of their
nature--they embraced it--and they didn't care who knew, or saw.

   Grandpa Jack said he always thought the fathers he saw with
'interestingly' clad young girls he saw everywhere were, in a sense,
sharing their daughters with him ...  so he saw no problem 'sharing' the
twins scantily-clad bodies with those fathers in return.  The twins thought
that was just fine too.

   The twins went to the counter before returning to their seats and bought
two ice cream cones with the prepaid credit cards their parents left with
them for shopping, necessities, and the like.  The girls wanted to see how
the locals reacted to their dress-up game, but there really wasn't anyone
in the place to play to.  In fact, except for the old lady working the
counter and the fat Mexican woman cooking something oniony and very smoky
back in the kitchen area, the restaurant was nearly empty.

   The three old farmers off over there weren't interested in much of
anything except, apparently, the latest crop prices.  The twins didn't know
if the oldsters could even SEE all the way to the front counter from where
they were; surely they paid no attention to the two young girls at all.

   * * *

   When the twins paraded into the shared "private area," Shawn Pearson
almost ruptured himself snapping to attention.  His cousin, Jeff, wasn't a
tenth of a second behind.  Both boys' faces lost color and their hands
trembled a little as they tried to remove their earphones.

   Shawn blushed a brilliant scarlet as he bent sideways, trying to pick
his MP3 player from the floor where it had fallen.  What he saw there
paralyzed him.  He literally could not move.  Open-mouthed, he stared.  "Oh
my God!" he whispered to himself.

   Things were changing swiftly in Shawn's world ...  admittedly, for the
better ...  but he was having trouble keeping up.  First of all, his mother
had run her toes up his leg a couple of times and THEN she'd deliberately
let him see more of her upper breasts than he'd ever glimpsed before ... 
and she'd winked at him when she saw he was looking!  NOW, his mother had
her skirt hiked way above her hips and she was busily rubbing her pussy,
right there in front of everybody!

   A motion to his right caught his attention.  He didn't want to turn away
from his mother's exposed pussy, but his sub-conscious overruled his
druthers.  He turned his head, still under the tabletop, and saw his sister
...  right there beside him ...  doing the same thing his mother was doing
across the table from him!!!

   Shawn's heart skipped a couple of beats.  His lungs forgot to inflate.

   He didn't know how he'd failed 'til now to notice what his sister was
doing.  Sure, he'd been distracted, looking at the valley between his
mother's breasts and staring at nipples that were so hard they made little
peaks in the fabric of Mom's blouse.  But that seemed so ...  ordinary, so
common-place now.

   He looked back at his mother.  There was nothing ordinary about her now!
Her fingers stroked back and forth, rubbing right above two lovely, puffy
lips that led to a place Shawn had been only once ...  as a newborn. 
Suddenly, Shawn longed to be there again.  His prick was so hard, it ached.
He touched himself, needing badly to readjust himself.  He moaned out loud.

   'OH ...  MY ...  GOD!' he breathed silently to himself.  His mother had
pulled her panties to the side.  His mother's PUSSY was staring at him,
winking at him invitingly.  She didn't have any hair down there.  Shawn
gulped.  He thought grown women had lots of hair but ...  his Mom didn't.

   His eyes returned to his sister on his right.  Her left kneecap was
nearly touching his nose as he bent over.  Without consciously willing it,
his hand lifted and settled on Natasha's smooth inner thigh.  He tugged her
knee toward him, opening her up for a good look.

   After a second's hesitation, Tasha let him move her leg aside.

   Tasha's pussy was as bare as his mother's!  Shawn couldn't believe it.
He drank in the sight of his sister's fingers massaging, stroking,
caressing just above her naked slit.

   Shawn could see how aroused his sister was.  He sucked in a deep breath
when Tasha dipped two fingers deep inside her.  When she drew them out, her
fingers were shiny with a sticky, viscous honey.  Shaw moaned deep in his
throat.

   When Shawn's face rose back up over the tabletop, the blush had faded;
his embarrassment at his clumsiness totally forgotten.  He was as pale as
the eggshell-white paint on the walls.  Shawn was trembling, his breath
shallow and erratic.

   He was, simply put, in shock.  Had he been at the scene of an accident,
medical personnel would have come running.

   * * *

   Alicia and Carrie were NOT pleased with what they saw.  Here was their
Grandpa Jack sitting in his chair ...  with a hard-on, oh by the way ... 
ogling that woman and her slut daughter while they played with themselves.

   It wasn't that the twins couldn't compete.  They didn't mind competing.
They LOVED competition.  Heck, they competed with EACH OTHER if no one else
was around.  But this ...  this was completely unacceptable.  They were
being upstaged!

   The Winston twins were NOT going to put up with this, not one little bit
of it would they put up with.  Their plans changed on the spot, and it took
only a fleeting look at each other to coordinate it.  All bets were off
now; all sense of propriety was rejected.

   The twin pre-teens girls stopped short when they first saw the lewd
floorshow, but they came on now, adjusting quickly to the new rules in the
game.  When they got within a couple of paces of their grandfather, they
pirouetted in front of him, letting their pleated miniskirts fly up to
their waists as they spun around in place.  They happily exposed the whole
of their pretty legs and their satin panties to their grandfather ...  and
anyone else who cared to watch.  They didn't care who saw the damp camel
toes imprinted into the panties.

   The twins stopped in front of Grandpa Jack and bent over to give him
deep, lover's kisses and, incidentally, cut off his view of those other
females.  They caressed his face, his shoulders, and whatever they could
reach with one hand as they opened their lips and thrust their tongues into
his mouth, flicking and teasing his tongue, their tongues dueling with his
in an ever increasing tempo.  They held their ice cream cones in their
other hands; they had a use in mind for them that would absolutely wow
their grandfather ...  and those others across the way too.

   As they kissed, the twins' short skirts rode high in back.  The backs of
their slender thighs and their pretty bubble-butts, barely covered by
bikini panties, were in public view for all to see and admire.  Alicia and
Carrie knew those girls, and those boys too, over there could see
everything.  They didn't care.

   They slowly rocked their hips from side to side, letting the smooth
muscles in their beautifully rounded buttocks and thighs flex delightfully.
If that woman and her daughter had any smarts at all, they'd figure out
Alicia and Carrie were going to show Grandpa Jack much, much more when they
left this cheap-ass eatery.

   Alicia and Carrie knew their pussies were already seeping steamy
little-girl juices onto the satin fabric of their panties.  In fact, they'd
made sure of it in the restroom.  Then, giggling, they'd pressed the crotch
of their panties more deeply into their young slits to make the fabric even
more sticky and wet ...  all for their Grandpa Jack.  The twins' posture,
their expressions and actions all said, "Take that!!!" to the females
across the way.

   And that was how it was for a time.  Grandpa Jack's hard-on was growing
longer, harder, and more obvious by the moment.  He was pretty sure the
boys over there had similar problems ...  but the hubby was still
oblivious.

   Too bad.  Grandpa Jack wasted no pity on the man.

   Alicia and Carrie urged Grandpa Jack to his feet and a few feet beyond
the end of the table.  They turned a chair for him so it faced those people
over there.  There was no sense letting the table hide anything, not any
longer.  Grandpa Jack was a prop now--no different from the ice cream
cones--and they positioned him where the twins wanted him.  A floorshow was
about to begin that was going to DESTROY those nasty females over there. 
The very idea! ...  that they even considered enticing the twin's grandpa
away!

   The girls sat, each on one of Grandpa Jack's knees and delicately
crossed their legs.  They eyed their restaurant neighbors with innocent
expressions on their angelic faces.  They licked at the ice cream, all the
way up to the little curl on the tip, using long, slow strokes.  Then their
pink tongues swept all around the base of the mound of ice cream before
they swallowed the load of cream they collected on their tongues.

   The twins' insolent eyes challenged those other females to even THINK of
moving in on THEIR Grandpa Jack.  He belonged to the twins!

   Each twin grabbed one of Grandpa Jack's hands and deposited it on a bare
thigh.  They snuggled close, giving Grandpa Jack hot, ice-creamy kisses. 
Then they licked the white cream off his lips with long, languorous
strokes.

   The twins moved his hands around on their thighs in slow stroking
movements until he got the idea.  On his own, Grandpa Jack caressed all the
way down to their knees and back up their inner thighs.  They wriggled
their hips delightedly when his fingers swept near the wet spots on their
panties.

   The twins uncrossed their legs and perched on their grandfather's knees,
spreading their thighs wide so Grandpa Jack could fondle them.  Both girls
were swinging a leg back and forth in a way they knew from past
experimentation stimulated the nerve endings in their pussy lips.  Just the
slightest movement ...  minutely rubbing one outer lip against the other
... in their present state gave the girls a most delightful little thrill.
But no one else knew.  It was another secret they kept from everyone but
their Grandpa Jack.

   The twins smiled, enjoying their triumph over the females who would have
taken their grandfather.

   * * *

   Sandy could see everything the young girls were doing ...  and she HATED
them for it.  She'd envied them a while ago, but now she despised them. 
SHE wanted to be on Grandpa's knee with his hands all over HER thighs and
tummy.  When his fingers drifted to the inside of their smooth thighs to
stroke near their panty-covered clefts, the woman was furious.

   Without taking the time to think about the possible, the PROBABLE
consequences, she bridged her body up off the booth seat, pulled her
panties off, and deposited them on the table in front of her.  She slipped
two fingers of her right hand into her pussy and spread her thighs as wide
as she could get them.

   Tasha was as competitive as her mother and her sexual energy just as
enflamed by the floorshow over there.  There was little young Natasha
wouldn't do just at that moment.  She instinctively realized playing with
her mother's dildoes and vibrators was never going to be satisfying enough
again.

   The twelve-year-old needed some man-meat to fill her cunt to
overflowing, and she needed it bad.  When she saw what her mother put her
panties on the table, Tasha yanked her panties down her slim legs too and
put them on the tabletop in front of her brother.  She grinned nastily at
her astonished brother while she pushed her fingers inside her outer labia
and into the pink depths beyond without hesitating an instant.

   Even with a lapful of promiscuous pre-teen girls, Grandpa Jack nodded
his head enthusiastically at all the goings-on over there.  He lifted his
hands from his granddaughters' thighs to give both Sandy and Tasha
thumbs-up signs.

   * * *

   Alicia and Carrie saw, and they were pissed off all over again.  But
they knew how to combat this.  He was THEIR Grandpa Jack!  They weren't
going to let him be distracted by those others.

   Alicia stood and cuddled close to her grandfather's right side.  She
took his hand and guided it under her ass cheeks and through her thighs
from behind.  She spread her feet wide on the linoleum floor and spread
them again.  When Alicia was finished tugging at his fingers, Grandpa's big
right hand was cupping her prominent little pubic mound and his middle
finger was extended up the length of her hot, wet slit.

   Alicia leaned against her grandfather's shoulder for support, and
pooched her groin forward.  She lifted her skirt to her waist so no one
could miss what Grandpa Jack's fingers were doing.  Everything was on
display, and that was the way Alicia wanted it.

   A few seconds later, Carrie trumped her sister's gambit with one of her
own.  She wasn't sure Grandpa would go along with it, but maybe she could
distract him....

   Standing on Grandpa's left, she bent down to Grandpa's ear.  "Grandpa?"
she asked sweetly, making sure she could be heard across the way.

   "Yes, honey?" Grandpa Jack replied.

   "Grandpa," she continued, "do you think we can go camping again this
summer?" she asked suggestively.

   Grandpa Jack's face went blank.  His mind switched off and he was lost
in another time and place.  The hard-on in his shorts sprang to its full
length and girth in the space between two heartbeats.  He had vivid
memories of last summer's camping trip, and they made his cock hard as a
steel rod.  He remembered ...  and the blank look morphed to a beatific
smile.

   * * *

   Grandpa Jack, his daughter and son-in-law, and the twins spent the first
day at the campground hiking, swimming, tossing rings, and anything else
that came to mind.  After barbequing thick steaks over a charcoal fire and
eating a huge dinner, the twins' parents headed off to bed, practically as
soon as the sun went down.

   The twins, ten-years-old last summer, and already schemers of the first
caliber, had counted on that.  Grandpa was in great physical condition and
the girls had not yet come across a time when their energy levels wouldn't
last for several days with little sleep.

   They'd already wheedled their parents into letting them sleep in
Grandpa's tent instead of the trailer.  They wanted to be closer to the
little animals and the breeze blowin' and stuff like that, they said. 
Brett and Candice hadn't even thought of refusing, though they knew the
real reason was wanting to be close to Grandpa Jack.  But that was fine
with them.

   Scant seconds after their parents shut the door on their trailer, Alicia
and Carrie had their pajamas off and they were busy stripping Grandpa Jack
behind the flimsy tent walls.  He tried to get them to hold off a while; to
wait until they knew for sure their parents were asleep.  But the twins
hadn't seen Grandpa for almost two months, and they were so horny they
couldn't stand themselves.

   They'd wasted no time flopping on their backs on Grandpa Jack's
air-mattress bed and guiding his cock into their slick pussies and throwing
their cunts up to meet every one of his driving strokes.  It hadn't been
easy, but they'd successfully smothered all their squeals, sighs, and gasps
of passion so their parents wouldn't hear.

   Having taken the edge off with a rollicking cum each, the girls were
ready for a new challenge in the warm summer night.  Judging their parents
were sound asleep for sure by now, they unzipped the tent flap and slipped
outside; naked as the day they were born ...  except for flip-flops.  They
dragged Grandpa Jack out, tugging him forward by pulling on his hard cock,
though he didn't really need much urging.

   Peeking through the windows into their parents' RV trailer, the girls
assured themselves both their parents were dead to the world.

   The leggy blonde ten-year-olds raced around the campsite, happily
displaying themselves ...  and Grandpa Jack ...  to anyone who might be
looking their way.  The campground wasn't crowded, so the chances were
small they'd be seen, but they'd have been in deep trouble had anyone
noticed.

   The girls wanted to be fucked again, on the picnic table this time,
right next to their parents' RV.

   Grandpa obliged, bringing each of them off again, holding his hands over
their mouths when their ecstasy threatened to get the better of them.  That
the twins were fucking their grandfather only a few feet from their
sleeping parents gave the taboo sex an extra helping or two of licentious
spice that even Grandpa Jack couldn't fight.  Being naked and willingly
exposing their bodies, as well as the illicit sex, to someone who chanced
to look in this direction, ratcheted up the twins and Grandpa Jack's
exhibitionistic-fueled pleasure by several orders of magnitude.

   After they came a second time, the twins took turns sucking their
grandfather's cock and made him cum in a fountain of pearl-grey goo they
directed all over the plastic tablecloth their mother had spread over the
picnic table.  The girls rubbed the viscous cum around as it dried,
grinning impishly in the darkness and imagining what their mother would
think in the morning.

   Afterward, the twins coaxed their grandfather into going down to the
campground's restroom and showers a couple hundred yards away.  Naked
except for their flip-flops, they sneaked down a hidden path through a
stand of trees, making sure they never came into view of any of the other
campsites.  They trotted through the pool of light around the building,
passed through the outside doors and quickly into one of the roomy shower
stalls inside.

   Their mother had remarked earlier that day they were big enough for a
party, and the twins' plans had formed on the spot.  Undisturbed by any
other nocturnal visitors, the trio of incestuous lovers soaped each other
up, rubbed their bodies all over each other, and fucked twice more under
the unending hot water spraying over them.  When they were satiated, they
strolled naked back to the campsite, right down the middle of the
asphalt-paved camp road and not bothering to hide a thing this time.

   Back at the campsite, Grandpa Jack had eaten both girls' pussies and
made them cum on the same spot where his dried semen lay on the red gingham
tablecloth.  The twins had chortled all the way through the lewd act, again
wondering what their mother would say the next morning.

   When morning came, their mother disappointed the sexy twins by
automatically wiping off the table without ever seeing the dried flakes of
their grandfather's and their own juices.  So they tried again that night
too and the next night, and every night after that until they had to go
home.  Didn't work any of those times either, but it was danged good fun
trying!

   And they wanted to do it all again this summer ...  but without Mom and
Dad there.

   * * *

   While Grandpa Jack was distracted by his memories, Carrie took his hand
in hers and placed it at the top of her panties in back.

   "Pull, Grandpa," she'd whispered in his ear.  Lost in his reminiscing,
Grandpa Jack obliged, tugging down Carrie's panties across the swell of
both beautiful globes of her young ass.  Carrie hooked a thumb under the
waistband over her tummy and pushed her panties down in front.

   With both of them working at it, her panties were soon puddled around
her ankles.  Carrie considered kicking them off over toward that table over
there and letting those women deal with it, but she decided not to.  She
liked those panties and didn't want to lose them.

   She turned around and bent at the waist to retrieve her panties.  She
knew her little slit was winking naughtily at the people in booth over
there.  When she straightened, she tucked her panties into Grandpa Jack's
front shorts pocket.

   Half a beat behind her twin, Alicia thrust hers into Grandpa Jack's
right-side pocket.  The hard-on she found just beneath the fabric gave her
an idea.

   Alicia paused for a moment, knowing what was in her mind was far more
dangerous than what they were already doing ...  but her libido was in
overdrive, and her restraint overcome by her anger at those other women. 
The decision took only a second.

   Alicia bent and deftly unzipped Grandpa Jack's shorts with one hand. 
She worked his cock above the waistband of his underwear, and out into the
fresh air of the restaurant.  The eleven-year-old nymphet fondled her
grandfather, fisting his cock and pumping it up and down, grinning at the
sight of the blood-engorged crown peaking from its protecting foreskin.

   Staring at the spectacle of Grandpa Jack's finger also exploring
Carrie's outer labia, Alicia decided to go one step further and pressed her
grandfather's middle finger deeper, until it disappeared inside her puffy
outer lips.  With her outer lips penetrated, the honey of her vagina fluids
began to soak her Grandpa Jack's fingers.  Instinctively, his fingers
sought the heated inner core of her sex, pushing deeper into her body and
wriggling around inside her.

   Alicia heaved a long, sibilant sigh of supreme satisfaction.  She was
sexing up her own grandfather, in front of an audience, in a very public
place ...  and she was loving every second of it.

   Carrie followed suit as soon as she saw what her twin sister was up to.
The three of them presented quite a sight.  Two sexy young girls standing
on either side of their grandfather, alternating turns fondling his cock
while he finger-fucked their smooth pussies.

   The girls were losing control.  Their knees almost gave way a couple of
times.  They had to freeze in place every once in a while as hot,
uncontrollable sensations flooded up from their cunts.  Their breath became
more labored, faster, and shallower.

   The twins looked at each other and nodded an understanding of what to do
next.  They untied the thin straps around their necks and let their tops
fall free around their bellies, revealing their breasts to the boys over
there.  Their round, cupcake-sized boobies, capped with small coral colored
nipples, were completely exposed to the gaze of the family over there.

   The twins had drawn a line they dared those women over there to cross.

   * * *

   Shawn had never seen the like in his life.  He'd never DREAMED of
anything like this.  This was a fantasy come to life.  He moaned, not
knowing who to watch.  His mother was fingering her pussy, ramming fingers
deep inside her soaking cunt, and his sister--his SISTER for God's
sake--was playing with his cock through the material of his jeans!

   ...And those girls over there ...  GOD!  The things they were doing with
their grandfather!  He was their GRANDFATHER!

   When the twin girl strangers bared their young breasts and cupped them
possessively in their own hands, Shawn moaned.  The blonde twins caressed
their boobies, tweaking the eraser-sized tips until the budding nipples
were harder than ever.

   The girls fondled themselves, massaging and stroking their young bodies
from breast to groin while their bodies writhed in time to the old man's
finger-thrusts in and out of their little-girl pussies.  Shawn had no idea
how long this would go on but he was going to remember it the rest of his
life.

   When Tasha stood and pulled Shawn to the edge of the booth's bench seat,
Shawn resisted.  She was standing in front of him, cutting off his view of
those young girls!  He strained to look around her body.

   When his sister leaned over and unzipped his fly to bring his penis out,
he forgot all about the mostly naked twin girls.  Shawn's universe narrowed
to what his young sister was doing for his prick.

   When his sister bent over and made an oval of her lips around his prick
and slid her pretty lips down his cock shaft, Shawn almost passed out.  His
hands went to the back of Tasha's head; he almost pushed her mouth down so
his penis would ram deeper in her mouth, but he caught himself in time.

   He gently massaged the sides of Tasha's face ...  stroking
encouragingly, but not demandingly.  In fact, he didn't need to make her do
anything.  Tasha was already driving her head down so far that his glans
was bumping the back of her mouth already.  Shawn closed his eyes and
groaned.

   Tasha stopped sucking her brother's cock for a moment.  She pushed Shawn
back to where he'd been sitting and sat down beside him again, holding his
penis in her hands and jacking up and down.

   Shawn tried to frame a protest; but he didn't dare.  He didn't know why
Tasha was doing this, he didn't know why she'd stopped, but he knew in his
heart if he made a big deal of her stopping, she'd never start again.

   "Jeff...?" Tasha whispered at her cousin.

   Jeff looked up at her in a daze.  He could see what she was doing to
Shawn and hoped he would be next in line for what Shawn was getting.

   "JEFF!" Tasha hissed, louder this time.

   "What?"

   "Get down here and lick my cunt," she ordered, pointing under the
booth's tabletop.

   Jeff's heart stopped.  It took a moment for it to resume beating.  He
forgot to breathe.  He'd had a ton of wet dreams where Tasha or some other
girl let him touch or kiss her pussy.  Now it was happening?  Christmas had
come early or something??

   "JEFFFFFFFF!!!" Tasha squeaked, trying not to be loud.  The
twelve-year-old was sorely vexed that Jeff wasn't already moving beneath
the table and between her legs.

   Her half-plea, half command galvanized Jeff.  He was afraid something
would change her mind.  He scrambled under the table and then between
Tasha's wide-spread thighs.  He didn't know exactly what to do but his girl
cousin helped him out.  Her forefinger was rubbing down the length of her
pussy, pointing the way.  Jeff began to lick industriously down the same
slit.

   After a moment, he decided to push his tongue inside a little ...  to
see what would happen.  When Tasha's feet drummed a quick tap-dance on the
floor, he backed away, afraid he'd hurt her or something.  Her ankles
quickly hooked behind his neck and pulled him back in.

   Encouraged, he returned to his task, licking the twelve-year-old girl's
pussy from top to bottom.  This time, when he thrust his tongue deeper, he
heard her moan; her thighs squeezed his head between them.  She patted his
head, urging him to try even more.

   When Danielle's bare foot kicked at his shoulder under the table, Jeff
responded boldly.  Normal rules didn't apply today.  He could do what he
wanted.

   Slowly, stretching to reach far to his right where she sat, Jeff ran his
hand up the full length of his girl cousin's satiny leg.  She liked it; she
covered his hand with hers and urged it higher until Jeff got the message.

   He groaned his joy into Tasha's cunt.  He was eating one young girl's
pussy and fondling another's.  Jeff knew exactly what heaven was like
now....

   * * *

   Sandy turned to her husband, determined to jerk his attention away from
the TV.  She roughly unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and ripped his
zipper down in less time than it took to formulate a plan.

   Startled, Greg tried to cover his suddenly exposed manhood, but Sandy
slapped his hands away viciously.

   Scooting her butt off the edge of the booth as she turned toward Greg,
she pulled her husband to the edge and then squatted beside the bench seat.
Taking a deep breath, Sandy bent over her man's crotch and did what she
could to swallow her husband's cock whole.

   A man with his cock in a woman's mouth is a hostage, a prisoner to
whatever else she might have in mind.  Greg's head snapped back on his neck
and he was abruptly staring at the ceiling.  His breath whooshed out as his
prick-head slid through his wife's lips and deep into her spittle-slickened
throat.  He groaned aloud, unable to keep quiet.  He maintained a low
keening sound that no one in the booth missed and he heard some giggles
from the young girls behind him.

   Dazed, Greg looked around to find the whole world had gone mad while he
sat watching a baseball game.  This entire section of the restaurant had
become a seething pit of writhing female bodies demanding relief from the
boys and men held captive there.  Greg tried to pull away again.  This
wasn't right.  He had to do something.

   "STOP IT!" Sandy hissed ferociously.  She was furious her husband would
try to break away.  She slapped at his hands.

   Greg realized on a sub-conscious level he didn't have a choice in any of
this.  Giving in to the inevitable, he started enthusiastic humping his
hips up into his wife's willing mouth.

   Taking a short break for a few quick deep breaths, Sandy glanced over at
the sexy twins.  She saw the one who'd been on her grandfather's left was
now straddling him, facing the older man.  Slowly the young pre-teen
lowered herself down onto the older man's thick cock.

   "You bitch!" Sandy whispered, almost to herself.  She really wanted that
hard cock sliding into her own steaming cunt.

   As she watched, the young slut had the nerve to look over her shoulder
at Sandy and smile triumphantly.

   * * *

   Carrie was so ready, so wet with her little-girl juices, and so
incredibly hot, she had no difficulty inserting Grandpa's cock between her
slickery outer lips and just sitting down on it, impaling herself deeply.

   "Oh God, Grandpa," Carrie moaned.  "That feels SOOOO good!" She didn't
care if the woman over there heard what she said to her grandfather or not.

   "I know, baby," Grandpa replied, disoriented.  The memories of last
summer's camping trip had blended seamlessly into a real fuck with one of
his granddaughters right here in the middle of the restaurant.  He didn't
know exactly how this had happened.

   He didn't waste time debating right or wrong though.  What was
happening, WAS happening, no matter what he thought of it and he accepted
it instantly.

   "It's been too long since Spring Break, hasn't it, honey?"

   Carrie nodded.  She didn't have much reasoning ability left in her young
mind.  Everything else was tied up in the incredible sensations welling up
from her little pussy as her grandfather roused himself from his memories
and began to thrust his cock up into the little girl's hot cunt.

   * * *

   Greg was left with no option but to accept his wife sucking him off.  He
was still unsettled and totally confused.  There was no tenderness, no
loving, to this.  It was just nasty sex ...  in public where anyone could
see his prick in his wife's lovely mouth.  It just wasn't right, and a part
of his mind rebelled at what Sandy was making him do.

   He groaned.  He could see his two younger daughters and their cousin
Elaine were all three taking in Sandy's whorish behavior occurring right in
front of them!  Greg cringed from a realization of the example he and his
wife were setting for the children.  Strangely, the three girls looked
delighted.

   When he averted his eyes and looked directly across the table, his
twelve-year-old daughter's head was bobbing up and down over his
thirteen-year-old son's lap.  Greg wanted to shut out the sight but he was
mesmerized.

   He wanted to tell Tasha to stop--tried to tell Shawn to take his dick
out of his sister's mouth this instant!  But all he could manage was a
strangled whimper.  Sandy had taken his scrotum in her fingers and was
gently massaging the sperm-filled testes within.  It took his breath away
along with his voice.

   How had this come about?  The shortstop hit a line drive into left
center; he got caught trying for second base; and then ...  and then his
wife's hot, wet mouth enveloped his prick and she took him deep into her
throat.  He dragged his eyes away from his son and oldest daughter.

   But it didn't help.  To his right, his daughter Melissa and his baby,
Danielle, were in the process of tugging their shorts and panties down
their pretty little legs and kicking them off to expose their young
panty-clad crotches to his startled gaze.

   It took some doing; their shorts were tight, and there wasn't much room
between the table and the back of the booth.  There was a great deal of
wiggling around and much giggling.  They managed.

   Greg wanted to stop them, but when he raised his hand, Sandy's head
began to rise and fall faster.  Melissa and Danielle saw their father's
hand rise and they returned the wave they thought he was sending their way.
They grinned, their eyes hot with mischief and a sexual need their father
hadn't even known they had ...  or could have ...  at their age.

   Instead of shorts, Sandy's niece, auburn-haired Elaine, had a skirt on,
sort of.  At the moment, it was hiked up well above her waist.  Her panties
were rudely shoved to the side, and Elaine's fingers were already hidden
inside her puffy little pussy lips.  Melissa and Danielle quickly followed
suit.

   Greg was afraid the girls were going to join the orgy that had already
consumed his wife and himself.  Were they getting naked so they could do
just what their mother was doing right in front of him?  He wondered who
was going to rape the young pre-teen girls.

   But he couldn't look away.  He watched as his little daughters
energetically stroked their pubic mounds and fingered their virginal pussy
slits.  They were doing a fine job of it too, rubbing at that place just
above their pussy lips to mash their flesh against their tiny clits.

   Greg watched for a long moment, horrified.  He realized this wasn't the
first time they'd done this.  They weren't 'exploring' their pussies, they
were working hard for an orgasm, and they knew how to get there.  When his
wife's niece, Elaine, saw him watching, she pooched out her groin so he
could see her sex all that much better ...  and his two daughters did the
same ...  for their FATHER!!

   Greg turned away, sick at heart.  He didn't know what to.  He was
helpless.  But for sure, he couldn't face the girls now.  He looked around
for a safer place.

   His oldest daughter caught his attention.  He strained upward, lifting
his upper body higher so he could see more of what was happening across the
table from him.  Tasha had sucked her older brother's prick to full
erection and she was holding it grasped tightly in one fist, close to her
eyes while she examined it.  It wasn't very big; after all, Shawn was only
thirteen-years-old.  But Shawn's prick was hard, and that was good enough
for Tasha.

   Shawn sat quietly, hardly daring to move, afraid to break the spell.

   Greg could see the awe in Shawn's eyes.  He suspected Shawn's expression
was much like the one on Greg's face.  When the father and son's eyes met,
both recognized certain facts.

   Neither quite knew how all of this had come about and they were
completely powerless in the hands of the Pearson women to affect anything,
much less stop it.

   They also knew they really didn't want what was happening to stop.

   * * *

   Grandpa Jack was lifting Carrie up with his hands under her young ass.
Gravity lowered her back down when he relaxed his arms.  Her body was small
enough, and his hands big enough that each of Carrie's butt-cheeks was
scarcely more than a comfortable handful.  He paused and spent a few
minutes slathering her small boobies and rock-hard little nipples with his
tongue but Carrie couldn't take that for very long.

   She began an up-down rhythm without being coaxed, flexing her leg
muscles to rise and then gliding back down to impale herself on her
grandfather's big cock.  She was on a mission to cum as quickly as she
could.

   The position they were in luckily didn't allow for total penetration. 
Grandpa Jack's granddaughter was still too young for his whole cock to
drive completely inside her, but she took more than she'd been able to last
year.

   Carrie's motion was soon too fast, and too erratic for Grandpa to
capture one of her breasts in his mouth again.  He promised himself he'd do
a more satisfactory exploration later.

   In another minute, Carrie was shuddering her way through a long-awaited
orgasm.  She knew it was only the first of many she would have this summer.
She knew there were more waiting in store for her and her sister when they
got to Grandpa Jack's house ...  lots more.

   * * *

   Left on his own devices when Tasha moved away and transferred all her
attention to her brother, Jeff turned his attention to the three younger
girls who were giggling breathlessly at the place where the booth curved
around the corner of the wall.  Jeff saw they were energetically fingering
their puffy little pubic mounds and it gave him an idea.  Without coming
back up from under the table, he crawled between his sister's plump thighs
and began licking industriously at her bald little pussy.

   Surprised at first, Elaine was soon wriggling with pleasure.  A moment
later, Elaine's two cousins began reaching down under the table, caressing
Jeff's face and tugging at his ears, hoping to entice the young boy into
giving them the same treatment.  Jeff had never known such happiness.

   After a few minutes, he knee-walked one pace left to position himself
between cousin Danielle's slender legs and began to lick her pussy to show
her how much he appreciated the display of her smooth thighs and her
teasing foot earlier.  Melissa was left to her own fingers for a bit
longer, but Jeff was an equal opportunity cuntlapper.  All the girls were
soon being taken care of in turn.  They, and he, loved every second of it.

   * * *

   Sandy let her husband's saliva slickened prick slide slowly out of her
mouth.  He whimpered a protest, but Sandy paid no attention.  For a moment,
she jacked her hands up and down his cock-shaft, looking at it
speculatively and wondering what she should do next.  She didn't understand
how or why, but another crossroad in her life was fast approaching and a
part of her mind she had no control over was making the decision.

   She glanced over at the grandfather and his twin granddaughters.  The
older man was on his feet now, having already fucked one of the young girls
to a rousing climax.  The child tottered about for a long moment and then
collapsed back into the seat where Grandpa had been sitting.  The little
girl smiled beatifically at everyone and everything.

   Sandy grinned.  That well-fucked woman-child was still in another
universe, where rapture and ecstasy reigned supreme.  Curiously,
considering her earlier resentment, that was okay with Sandy.  She
empathized totally with the young girl.

   Grandpa Jack was readying his other granddaughter for a hot fuck all her
own.  Sandy saw his cock still jutted out from his groin as strongly as
ever.  She imagined it slamming deep inside her own cunt as she watched him
begin to pump his prick up inside the other twin.

   Sandy wanted him badly but....  She looked down at Greg and stooped to
grab his cock again.  She'd pull him to his feet and she'd hop up on the
booth's tabletop and make Greg fuck her like she needed him to do....

   Sandy felt her daughter's eyes on her and glanced in Tasha's direction.
She saw Shawn's young prick in Tasha's mouth, making one cheek bulge when
he humped his groin up a little.  Tasha let her brother's penis slide out
of her mouth.  She grinned at Sandy, delighted to share this obscene moment
with her mother.

   A decision arrived full blown and richly exciting, but it was a little
scary too.  Mrs.  Sandra Pearson, respectable wife and mother, caught her
breath, momentarily shocked at what her nasty psyche now proposed.

   Tasha's naughty grin as she sat up on the other side of the table was
the tipping point.  Sandy saw Tasha was waiting for whatever her mother
wanted.  She sensed something, and she was ready for whatever came next.

   Tasha's acceptance resolved the issue in Sandy's mind.  This thing WOULD
be done.  Sandy glanced behind her again, and watched the grandfather over
there fucking his second little granddaughter.

   Turning back, she motioned to Tasha.  "Come here, honey."

   Tasha stood immediately, ignoring Shawn's mumbled protests.  The
twelve-year-old stepped close to her mother and let instinct guide her. 
She leaned in, quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her mother's top
...  and kissed her mother's rock-hard nipples.

   Sandy's blood-engorged nipples grew more erect and hardened between
Tasha's lips.  Tasha sucked at them, tonguing the surrounding aureoles
energetically.  She heard her mother groan with pleasure.

   Tasha's lips parted in a delighted grin, but releasing her mother's
nipples, even for that short instant, ended the moment.  Her mother pulled
away.

   "Another time, baby," Sandy murmured.  It was a promise.

   Tasha understood there would be a time and place to explore each other
leisurely, but there was something else to do now.  She nodded brightly,
smiling into her mother's excited eyes.

   Sandy urged her daughter around the table until she stood where Sandy
had knelt before to give her husband a blow-job.  Tasha thought she
understood.  She would do for her father what her mother had been doing. 
Tasha started to drop down to her knees, only to be stopped by her mother's
hands on Tasha's shoulders.

   Sandy held Tasha firmly and turned the girl around until Tasha was
facing Grandpa Jack and the little girl fucking on the cafe table.  Then
she pressed down on Tasha's shoulders a little, urging her down.

   Tasha looked behind her, to see her father's hard cock standing tall
from his crotch ...  and Tasha understood.  She nodded, looking up at her
mother and grinning as wildly as her mother was.

   Tasha bent over, reached between her legs, and took her Dad's penis in
her hands.  She held Daddy's prick in place ...  shuffled a half-step back
closer to her father ...  instinctively adjusted the angle of her body ...
and squatted lower.  Her sopping furnace of a pussy had no difficulty
accepting her Dad's prick.  It slipped easily through her outer labia and
deep into her cunt.  She grunted with the instantaneous pleasure it brought
her.

   Natasha Pearson groaned deep in her chest as she fed her father cock
into her torrid cunt.  This was a thing she'd needed, something she'd
wanted for a long time and now it was happening.

   The twelve-year-old girl began rising and falling on her father's cock,
letting it plunge deep inside her; then she flexed her legs to pull up off
it again.  She felt her father's hands on her hips, helping her to rise and
taking some of the strain off her legs.  They fell into a rhythm that
steadied, then rose in tempo.  Tasha and her father fucked, working hard
for their first orgasm together.

   * * *

   Grandpa Jack lifted Carrie off his still-hard cock and leaned her
against their table.  Weak-kneed and hardly able to breathe, the little
girl staggered, then collapsed into the seat Grandpa Jack had just vacated.
Carrie watched ...  it was all she could do for the moment ...  and she was
moderately surprised to see everyone in sight having sex, most of them with
someone else.  She cupped her own pussy protectively; just the touch of the
cool restaurant air was too much to bear.  The young pre-teen waited for
the overloaded sensations in her body from a thoroughly adult orgasm to
ebb.

   Taking Alicia by the hand, Grandpa Jack moved in front of their table
and turned his granddaughter around so she faced the other family over
there.  He wanted them to see everything he was going to do.  Alicia
hoisted a hip up onto the tabletop, and Grandpa Jack helped get her whole
ass onto it with one strong lift.

   Giving her a deep lover's kiss, he pressed her upper body down to the
tabletop, pointing Alicia's pussy at that family over there.  He leaned
forward to nibble at her erect little nipples, flicking them with his
tongue and then doing his best to swallow her young breasts whole.  Alicia
groaned her appreciation.

   "Fuck me, Grandpa ...  please?  Grandpa?" she whimpered.

   Nodding, Grandpa Jack fisted his cock, aimed his cock between her pussy
lips, and pushed in slowly.

   His shorts and underwear got tangled around his ankles and he paused to
kick them away so they wouldn't trip him.  He threw a wild, lust-driven
grin over his shoulder to the woman and older girl over there, a smile that
promised them he would soon be taking them just as he was taking his
granddaughter.

   Shuffling closer to Alicia's waiting body, he put the head of his cock
back inside her.  Gripping her hips in his hands, he pushed steadily up
inside the eleven-year-old girl's steaming pussy.  The young girl sighed,
deep and long.

   * * *

   Sandy nodded approvingly as Tasha and her father coupled for the first
time.  Her daughter was NOT going to grow up with an unsatisfied compulsion
like the one Sandy suffered through.  She saw Greg falter for an instant,
right at the start, but then he began to thrust strongly up into his
daughter.  They were moving together; each face twisted into a rictus of
pleasurable concentration.

   Shawn watched his sister and father fuck.  He was totally bemused.

   Sandy smiled.  All this DID take a little getting used to, but she had
no time to let Shawn recover.  She dared not slow down.  This thing would
stall out and die if she didn't keep it in the air, spinning round and
round.

   She stepped around her daughter and husband to sit next to her son where
Tasha had been a minute earlier.  Sandy took her son's dick in her hands
and squeezed lightly.

   "Hi, there, little man," Sandy whispered into Shawn's ear.  Shawn
moaned, unable to do anything else.  He looked at his mother, totally in
awe.  His mother's tits were hanging out of her blouse, jiggling with every
movement she made.  The sight of them made Shawn salivate.

   He wanted to touch them, to suck at them as he'd never done as a child.
He wanted to make up for that lack now, this very instant.

   "Would you like to fuck too ...  like your sister's doing?" his mother
asked quietly.

   Shawn's desires were abruptly channeled in a new direction.  He looked
into his mother's eyes and nodded dumbly, unable to respond.

   "Good," she cooed, kissing her son on the lips, flicking at his tongue
lightly with hers.

   Shawn's eyes grew round as saucers and his cock jumped in his mother's
hands.

   Sandy smiled at her only son.  "There's so much we have ahead of us,"
she said softly.  "But right now," she said vaguely, "there's this...."

   Standing, Sandy urged her son to the edge of the bench and she backed up
to straddle his lap.  Reaching between her legs to grasp her son's slender
young penis in her hand, she dropped down upon his groin, guiding his penis
deep into that sweet place from which she'd pushed him thirteen years ago.

   In another moment, he was sliding deep into his mother's quim and
learning how wonderful it felt to have a woman's oven-like vagina squeeze
and massage his cock.  Shawn groaned, moaning with the intensity of the
sensations he was feeling.  Now he really DID know what heaven was.

   Sandy smiled and settled on her son's prick, grinding her pussy lips
against as much of his groin as she could.  She watched Grandpa Jack over
there, enthusiastically fucking his little granddaughter and making the
little girl squeal softly when she couldn't hold it back any longer.

   Sandy grinned happily.  She was kinda identifying with those two girls
now.

   * * *

   "Fuck me, Grandpa Jack," Alicia moaned again.  "Fuck me hard, okay?" she
begged.

   "I will honey," Grandpa assured her, "starting right ...  now!"

   Alicia's pretty outer labia bulged lewdly around her grandfather's cock.
Alicia felt the intense pleasure possible for a woman when her grandfather
drove deep inside her.

   Today had been one long torment of foreplay as she and her sister waited
for the moment they would have Grandpa Jack all to themselves.  Her
impending orgasm was the culmination of everything she wanted of this day;
it was something her body demanded.

   Alicia loved her grandfather's thick cock sliding in and out of her. 
She could feel Grandpa Jack's maleness pushing in.  There was the wonderful
rubbing pleasure of his prick against her labia ...  and the delicious
feeling of being filled with the man-thing.  When Grandpa Jack pulled back
for another stroke, the fluid-softened friction was there again, providing
ecstasy piled high upon ecstasy, but the fullness was not there, and she
was frantic for Grandpa Jack to fill her up all over again.

   Alicia wished she could take all of Grandpa Jack inside her, but she
just couldn't.  Grandpa Jack had to hold back a little and she wished that
wasn't so.  Her body needed to grow just a little more.  Maybe next
summer....

   Alicia captured her grandfather's hips between her slender thighs, threw
her feet around his body and hooked her ankles behind his back.  She began
pumping her pussy up at him every time he rammed his cock down into her. 
She felt the tide of her coming orgasm rising quickly.

   "Deeper, Grandpa," she begged.  "Do me deeper."

   "Ohhhhhh ...  PULLLLLEEEZE Grandpa ...  more.  FUCK ME, Grandpa Jack!!!"

   "GRANDPA...?" Alicia asked of no one in particular.  Her breath came
faster and her fingers clamped tight on Grandpa Jack's forearms as she
fought her own climax for a little while.  She wanted this moment to go on
forever.

   "Grandpaaa ...  ?" she asked again, panting hard.  "Grandpa!" Her body
bucked hard up into her grandfather.  "GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

   She tried to hold off just a little longer ...  but she was helpless. 
Alicia's body squirmed on the slick tabletop, unable to stay still under
her grandfather's onslaught.

   "Unnnnnnngh ...  unnnnnnngh," Alicia moaned, pitifully.

   She was desperately trying to muffle the cries she wanted to scream into
the four corners of the quiet restaurant.

   "Unnnnnnngh, unnnnnnngh, UNNNNNNNGH, UNNNNNNNGH!!!!"

   The noise of a passing convoy of eighteen-wheelers covered her screams.

   "UUUUUUEEEEEEIIEIEIEEEEUUNGGGH!"

   Grandpa Jack couldn't last long either.  It'd been a long day of
anticipation for him too.  He groaned, fighting his own body, feeling his
balls pumping out gobs of semen and sending the sperm-laden cream through
channels to mix with other secretions.

   Grandpa Jack tried to stave off his orgasm.  He tried to squeeze down
with muscles down there, but the pressure was too much.  His head rolled
back on his shoulders.  An expression of near pain came over his features
and he moaned.

   "Oh, God!" Grandpa Jack moaned.  His cum inexorably rose higher.

   "Annnnnnggggghhhh!!" he moaned.  The heat in his groin.  He could feel
the semen reach his penis ...  he was losing control ...  he had no
strength left!!  He had to release the tension-

   He hammered his cock back inside his granddaughter.  A second later, his
cum erupted from the end of his cock like a fire hose spraying water on
flames.

   Alicia felt her grandfather's spunk gushing out to splatter on her cunt
walls.  It was boiling hot and viscid.  It splashed when it struck,
rebounding to spatter elsewhere and coat every inch of the little girl's
tight vagina.  She had no defenses left.

   The hot cum triggered Alicia's climax even as she tried milking her
grandfather's balls dry.  She locked her heels behind Grandpa Jack's hips
to hold him in place while she writhed and bucked on the tabletop, making
her grandfather's cock burrow even deeper into her.  At the end, he was
massaging her cervix with every movement of his glans.

   "Grandpa!" she wailed into Grandpa Jack's smothering mouth.  "I'm
cummmmmming, GRANDPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...."

   Alicia's back arched off the table.  Her fingers clamped tight on her
grandfather's forearms.  She trembled, her hips slammed upward to mash her
groin to Grandpa Jack's.  Air left her lungs and she had no strength to
breath in again.

   Her orgasm receded as quickly as it had come, leaving a vast fullness, a
completion, a warmth she could hold on to.  Alicia's body collapsed back on
the table.  She had nothing left; her legs dangled limply from the table
while she struggled for breath.  She lay quietly, weak, and unable to even
whimper.

   Grandpa Jack pulled out of Alicia's cunt slowly and gently.  His body
tried to jackknife more than once when stray squeezes from Alicia's vagina
pushed him too near the border with pain.

   Unsteadily, Grandpa Jack turned, wondering what was happening behind
him. All the members of the family over there were watching intently.  He
watched them in turn, too spent for the moment to do anything else.  His
chest heaved as he fought for control.  Gradually, his heartbeat lessened;
his lungs caught up with his lungs' need for air.

   He straightened; his eyes became sharper as he focused on his
surroundings.

   Drops of his cum and both granddaughter's viscous, slippery fluids
dripped from his still tumescent member.  The droplets fell to the floor to
pool on the cold linoleum.

   Grandpa Jack gazed at the fresh-fucked pussies of mother and daughter
over there; the women were still astride their chosen sex partners, mother
riding her son and the daughter pleasuring her father.

   Grandpa saw kindred souls looking back at him.  And he saw an
invitation. His cock began to rise to full strength again.  He was ready to
take the mother and girl child singly or together.

   It was quiet now.  Everyone, including the three young girls at the back
of the booth, had cum in front of everyone else and within a few minutes of
each other.  The sexual tension in this walled-off section of the
restaurant was as palpable as it had been earlier.  It had a new direction;
it might have been even more intense.

   The second act in this stage drama was ready to play out.  It just
needed a spark.

   Grandpa Jack took a step toward the other table.  His eyes were glowing
with desire for the female animals over there.  He looked at the young
pre-teen girls still massaging their little pussies at the back of the
table and smiled.

   The older girl dismounted from her father's cock and stood waiting
beside their table over there.  She was willing ...  oh, so willing ... 
and Grandpa Jack knew it.

   Grandpa Jack looked last at the woman over there.  Their eyes met and
locked as she rose off her son's body.

   The husband's penis slid lewdly from his daughter's pussy lips and
dangled limply.

   The man who'd been watching baseball looked dazed and lost.  His eyes
flicked from his wife to the young daughter, an expression of horror
spreading over his face as he admitted to himself it had been his daughter
he was fucking, not his wife.

   Grandpa Jack snorted derisively.  The man hadn't wanted to acknowledge
what he'd been doing, even to himself.

   He'd done it though!  A deflated penis and her wet pubes showed he'd
shot his incestuous sperm deep inside his young daughter's body.

   Grandpa Jack watched as the man took in the sight of the Grandpa Jack's
well-fucked granddaughters' pussies.  The man's flaccid prick began to rise
again and Grandpa Jack grinned broadly.  Jogger dude wasn't as dead set
against fucking innocent young girls as he wanted to believe.

   * * *

   Sandy felt her son's prick pull out of her as she rose off his lap.

   Drained, Shawn was a little embarrassed and wholly bewildered.  He tried
to cover himself, but gave it up to watch what his mother was going to do
next.

   Sandy leaned back against the booth's tabletop, bracing herself on her
hands and leaning back with a confidence in her sexuality she hadn't felt
in years.  She looked coolly ready for more adventures.

   Her lust was still there, and she wanted more fucking if she could get
it.  Absentmindedly, she rubbed her still sensitive clitoris and looked
around the room.  She looked over her shoulder at the sound of someone
moving behind the table.

   Her nephew, Jeff, rose from below the table back in the corner, wiping
his face with a hastily grabbed handful of napkins.  Sandy saw the
deliciously wicked little grins on her niece's and her daughters' faces ...
and knew what Jeff had been doing, and with whom.  She smiled at them all.

   Turning back, she saw the older man fasten his attention on her.  She
caught her breath, gave out a low-voiced moan, and stood erect...  ready
for whatever the man would want of her.

   * * *

   Greg Pearson literally didn't know what had just happened.  He knew he'd
fucked his daughter, or she'd fucked him, but he had no idea how it all had
come about.

   He knew Sandy had been in front of him ...  and then she wasn't ...  and
then his cock was enveloped in an incredibly hot and tight, velvety-smooth
sheath.  It had taken him a long while to understand this was Tasha rising
and falling on his cock, not his wife.

   He'd tried to stop it; he'd put his hands on Tasha's hips to lift her
off, but she would have none of it.  Grasping his wrists in her hands,
she'd used him as leverage to push herself up off her father's prick so she
could slam back down.  Somehow, Greg couldn't manage to pry her pussy off
his cock.  And then ...  he didn't know how it happened ...  he was HELPING
her rise and fall.

   When he came inside his young daughter, it was a real barnburner.  He
couldn't remember coming that hard in a long, long time.

   Greg gazed around.  Sandy's nephew, Jeff, surfaced from under the table
with a huge grin on his wet, shiny face.  Jeff showed his boyish prick to
Shawn.  It still had some cum leaking from the tip where he jacked off
while eating three girls' pussies.

   Shawn was slouching against the booth's back support, his cock still
hard and glistening wet from the time spent in his mother's hot cunt.

   His wife was half-sitting, half-leaning against the table, flaunting her
recently fucked groin by holding her skirt bunched above her waist.  She
was staring hard at the trio across the way, licking her lips and
practically begging that old man to come do her too.

   What had come over her?  She'd always been a little bit of a wanton at
those ...  parties ...  they used to go to, but that had been a lifetime
ago.  They were different people now.

   Greg was bewildered.  He'd thought Tasha was a virgin but she'd taken
him inside her without hesitation or difficulty.  He shook his head,
wondering just what the hell was going on.

   He looked over at those twin girls over there and, unbidden, he felt
himself becoming excited again.  Those hot, sexy girls were openly
displaying their sopping pussies, dribbling man-cum and their own juices
down their thighs.

   All the while, they showed no signs of shame or reluctance.  One girl
was watching the teenage boys across the table from Greg, but the other met
his eyes challengingly, an open invitation on her face he couldn't help but
recognize ...  and respond to.  Greg licked his lips in anticipation.

   * * *

   Tasha was sitting on the bench seat again, wiping her lips and smiling
triumphantly to herself.  Her first fuck hadn't been bad at all.  It wasn't
the cock she wanted, but it was a cock.  Now she was ready for more.  Tasha
looked speculatively over at the big man with the reviving hard-on again
pointing stiffly out from his groin.

   Tasha eyed the two twins, thinking they would object to her looking, but
they seemed beyond caring for the moment.  She turned back to the man.  All
she needed was a sign, a beckoning finger ...  and she would have bounded
over there and spread her legs wider than wide to be fucked by that man. 
She would do anything he asked....

   * * *

   BONNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

   The electronic tone that sounded whenever the outside doors were opened
was loud enough to halt everyone in their tracks.

   Someone had pushed in through the wide double doors at the entrance to
the restaurant.  Someone else was coming in ...  someone who could easily
wander back to where the two near naked families were.

   Horror spread through them.  No one said a word.  Abruptly
self-conscious, everyone turned away from each other.  Grabbing a handful
of napkins from the dispenser on the table where he'd fucked Alicia,
Grandpa began wiping himself off while he looked around for his cargo
shorts.  Then he did what he could to mop up the fluids covering the
tabletop.

   Everyone got busy doing what they had to do quickly.  With their sexual
needs quenched at least partially for the moment, everyone was seized with
a feeling they'd pushed their luck about as far as it would stretch.  What
they'd been doing would get all of the adults locked up for the next two
decades.

   Without a word, everyone began to wipe themselves off and yank rumpled
clothing back into place.  Trays, baskets, plastic utensils, soggy ice
cream cones and everything else that had dropped to tabletops or the floor
was retrieved and put in place.  Greg went to the one outside door in this
section and opened it.  That started the air conditioning and the smell of
sex began to flow outside.

   There was an overwhelming, though unspoken realization that it was only
by the grace of God no one had come back here to discover their illicit
acts.  Sheepish looks replaced lusting expressions on their faces.

   In a few moments of frantic work, flushed of face and short of breath,
the two family groups looked around ...  and at each other, not daring to
speak.  No one knew what to do next.

   Finally, Sandy started to make her way past Grandpa Jack and his
granddaughters, down the aisle toward the front of the restaurant and the
restrooms there.  She stopped before she went by them and turned to face
the trio directly.  She gave Grandpa a level look and then smiled at the
twins.

   She was no longer angry at the girls.  The peak of her sexually-driven
anger had been blunted by fucking her son and now she was only envious.

   "You girls are lucky," she told Alicia and Carrie in a soft voice. 
"Your grandfather lets you ...  let's you do what you need to do," she
said. "I wish I'd had a grandfather like yours," she finished sadly,
turning to go.  Tasha came up beside her and Sandy put a hand on her
daughter's shoulder and they turned to go down the aisle toward the
restrooms.

   "Sugar," Grandpa Jack said, speaking up before she could leave.

   Sandy paused, smiling.

   "Every grandpa is a daddy before he's a grandfather, you know," he said
softly.  He paused.  "I'LL be YOUR Daddy, if you want, honey," Grandpa said
quietly.  It should have sounded corny, but it didn't.

   Sandy's eyes flashed.  She let him see the inner fire, the desperate
need she'd concealed for so very long.  She wasn't going to suppress her
desires and needs anymore.

   "I want," she said.  "You can be my Daddy anytime you want to be," she
said in a light voice, "...  and you can fuck me anytime you want to," she
remarked saucily, relishing the sound of the words.  A fantasy was waiting
to be fulfilled ...  and she was intent on acting on his offer at her first
opportunity.

   She bent low and kissed Grandpa Jack on the lips.  She wasn't shy about
it.  It was a long, lingering kiss that promised much and regretted
nothing. "Soon," she crooned, "make it soon, okay? ...  Daddy?" she asked.
She caressed his cheek and pressed both hands against his head to hold him
in place for another lingering kiss.

   She grinned as she stuffed her panties down inside Grandpa Jack's right
front pocket, alongside those of one of his granddaughters'.

   Sandy straightened and sauntered down the corridor of partitions, her
head held high, her hips swaying, and a smile on her lips.  Tasha grinned
at the big man and followed her mother.

   * * *

   Minutes later, both families walked resolutely out the door, and
separated almost immediately.

   They weren't running, but they weren't wasting time either.  They
climbed into their respective SUVs quickly; everyone's seatbelt was
fastened; and the engines started.  There was a faint sense of urgency in
the air.

   Grandpa Jack swore under his breath and unbuckled his seatbelt.  He
started to get out.  No one knew how to contact the other family.  He and
the woman had talked about ...  but if they didn't know how to get in
touch....

   Dammit, this could NOT be over!  The SUV with that other family rolled a
few feet, then stopped.  Grandpa Jack put his hand on his door handle.

   Before he could open the door, a flurry of raised voices erupted from
the other vehicle.  Grandpa Jack and the twins could hear it plainly, even
with the windows shut tight and the fans straining to blow cold air into
the passenger cabin.

   A few minutes later, the right rear door of the Suburban was thrown open
and the oldest of the girls, sprinted barefoot to where Grandpa Jack and
his girls waited.  Grandpa pressed the button to lower his window, then
reconsidered.  He opened the car door wide and Tasha stepped diffidently up
to his side.  She reached out to touch his forearm, her fingers trembled as
they stroked the smooth muscles and tanned flesh.

   "What is it, honey?" Grandpa softly asked the breathless young girl.

   Tasha glanced nervously at the twins, back to her parents' car, and then
back to Grandpa Jack's eyes.  She took a deep breath.  She handed Grandpa a
piece of paper she'd been twisting between nervous fingers.

   "Please ...  please call us ...  okay?" Tasha begged.  She took back the
slip of paper and anxiously spread it open.  "This is my number, here ...
my cell phone," she explained.  She pointed to one of the three numbers on
the sheet.  "This one is Mom's ...  and this one is Shawn's," she
explained. "Jeff uses it too when he's here ...  when he's with us."

   "Shawn ...  Jeff?" Grandpa asked.  He took the note and held it in his
hands, at least he did until Carrie reached between the two front bucket
seats and snatched it from his hands.

   "Shawn's my brother and Jeff's my cousin," Tasha explained.  "Jeff's the
one with red hair," she added.  "Oh!" A look of dismay came over her
features.  "I forgot," she said.  "I'm Tasha Pearson and--I mean, my name's
Natasha, Tasha for short, and I--we--really want to see you again and--"

   "Nice to meet you, Tasha Pearson," Grandpa Jack interrupted gently. 
"That's Alicia there behind me, and Carrie back over there," Grandpa said,
jerking his thumb over the back seat.  Both twins smiled tentatively at the
distraught girl.  They weren't quite sure what was going on.

   Grandpa Jack leaned out to look speculatively back down the outside of
his SUV.  He was right.  The way he was parked, with the nose canted a
little toward the highway, the left-rear quarter panel blocked anyone
behind his SUV from seeing much of young Natasha's body where she was
beside the front-left door.  Nothing could be seen except her head from the
restaurant entrance, for example.

   The engine compartment and the hood blocked the sight of anyone passing
by to their right front.  The SUV's bulk blocked off anyone passing from
their immediate right around to the right-rear, and there was a thickly
wooded lot off to the left, beyond the Pearson vehicle, that provided
privacy in that direction too.

   With Tasha sheltered from directly ahead of Grandpa Jack's SUV by the
open front door, there was a tiny area of privacy that hid young Tasha from
the shoulders down to her knees.

   Grandpa scooted to the left edge of his seat and motioned Tasha closer.
When she shuffled a half step closer, Grandpa's arm went around her waist
and he bent his neck to kiss the twelve-year-old's soft lips.  She
responded quickly, allowing his tongue to part her lips and search
insistently until he could flick at her pink little tongue with his.

   Tasha gave out a great sigh and pressed her body against Grandpa's side.
His left hand dropped to cup her right ass-cheek through her skirt, then
dove beneath to fondle her naked butt.

   The young girl shivered and moaned happily.  She hadn't put her panties
back on because they were soaked and stretched from her frantic efforts to
bare her pussy for Jeff's oral attentions a while ago.  She'd washed
herself off but now she was glad she hadn't even tried to get her panties
back on.  She liked the feel of Grandpa's hand on her bare skin.

   Smiling into Grandpa Jack's face, Tasha pressed her sopping panties into
his shirt's breast pocket.  When he chuckled, she smiled more broadly.

   This kind of openly sexual contact with an older man, or a boy for that
matter, was new for her.  There'd only been this afternoon, after all ...
and up 'til now, only her father's cock had been inside her.  That had been
a hasty, fumbling thing, but it had still felt good.

   Tasha took a deep breathe and let it out slowly.  In spite of her
inexperience, she relaxed.  Her smile broadened and she molded her upper
body to the older man's.

   "You will call, right?" she asked in a softer, more confident tone.  She
enjoyed the feel of the man's hand on her naked ass.  She wriggled her ass
in his hand to let him know how much.  She looked again at Alicia and
Carrie, but they only smiled encouragingly.

   The twins had an idea that something with of great promise was
happening--there were those cute boys and the interesting man over in that
other SUV who were still on the twin blonde's minds--but they didn't know
EXACTLY what was going on, or how to move it along.  They were satisfied to
let Grandpa handle it.

   They were confused.  They knew how they'd felt watching this girl and
her mother behave earlier.  The twins had competed for their grandfather's
attention and they'd won ...  but was the battle over?

   Alicia and Carrie waited for jealousy to rear up and consume them again,
but their anger at the other family had drowned in the sea of body fluids
back in the restaurant.  The twins shot a glance toward the other SUV and
its occupants.  What would those teenage boys' cocks feel like inside their
pussies?

   They giggled; both knew they had the same thing on their minds.

   Grandpa Jack considered the question Tasha had posed.

   "Didn't sound to me like there was a ...  uh ...  what you might call a
CONSENSUS of opinion over there," he commented.

   Tasha drew back a little.

   "Daddy," she said in a brittle tone, "will do what's good for him!" she
said tersely.

   Grandpa chuckled.  The twins joined in from the seat behind him,
giggling happily.

   Tasha smiled as she recognized how she'd sounded.

   "Well ...  he already ...  he already did ME," Tasha explained, "and I
can tell he wants Melissa and Danielle too--oh, and my other cousin,
Elaine, too--he just won't say so right now.  Elaine's the one with the
kinda red hair like Jeff." She paused to collect her thoughts.

   "Daddy just hasn't GOT it yet," she continued.  "But he saw your
granddaughters doing stuff with you and he'll remember how they looked so
happy after doing you--and all us girls and Mom are going to remind him
'til he gets it straight in his head!" she finished.

   Everyone chuckled again.

   "Mom will make sure he doesn't wimp out," Tasha added.

   The twins laughed out loud and Grandpa Jack chuckled.  Tasha joined them
in a good laugh at her father's expense.

   Grandpa Jack twisted his upper body more toward the young girl, just
enough to get his right hand close enough to slide under the front of her
short skirt and down her soft underbelly.  After only a moment's
exploration, he slipped the middle finger inside Tasha's still heated
pussy. He investigated the tight channel gently, pressing deeper no quicker
than her body could accommodate the single digit.

   He found her clitoris, hiding behind its soft fold of flesh and teased
it tenderly.  Withdrawing his finger, he molded his palm snugly against her
pubic mound.  He slid his whole hand down, and his finger ducked back
inside while his palm stroked her whole mound.

   Grandpa Jack started a smooth in-out motion.  His middle finger
penetrated through her outer lips and well into her cunt while his other
fingers massaged those outer labia and the heel of his hand pressed down on
that wonderfully sensitive area over her clit.

   Tasha's breath hissed between her lips.  She moaned pitifully, tossing a
despairing glance at the twins when they giggled.

   "Me and Mom washed ourselves real good in the bathroom," she said,
babbling to herself.  "And so did the other girls and ...  everything," she
said, winding down.  "If you want to...." She lost track of what she was
saying.

   The twins grinned as they watched, knowing full well what the
twelve-year-old girl was feeling.

   "Grandpa's good at finger-fucking, isn't he?" Carrie asked slyly.  "He
can find your little G-spot in a second and start you cumming like a faucet
real quick," she remarked.

   "Wha-?" Tasha moaned, confused.  She was unable to do much more than
whimper under Grandpa Jack's assault.

   "That's okay," Alicia said sympathetically.  "There's so much for you to
learn," she explained consolingly.

   Tasha nodded, clearly too preoccupied to speak.  "Okay," she said.

   Alicia and Carrie giggled again.

   "Wait 'til he puts his cock in you; it'll feel SOOOOOO fine," Carrie
promised.

   "Or when he licks your pussy to make you cum," Alicia added.  "He's
really nasty at that, and REALLY good too!"

   Tasha's eyes widened at the obscenities being bandied about so casually.
Her body shuddered involuntarily and she closed her eyes, smiling all the
while.  She realized she badly needed this kind of thing going for her ...
a relationship, with folks who didn't mind being sexy and with whom naughty
words could be used openly.

   She guessed sex was a focus of the twin's lives with this man ... 
instead of a source of constant frustration.  Tasha smiled broader.  It was
so wonderful that her family had found this man and his twin
granddaughters!

   Grandpa Jack pulled his finger out of the young girl's slit slowly,
regretfully.

   He held it up for her to see her own glistening juices coating it. 
Impulsively, Tasha took his hand in hers and guided his finger into her
mouth.  She licked and sucked his finger dry and only then allowed him to
put his hand on the steering wheel.

   "I want you really, really bad," Tasha said softly to the older man.  "I
want you to do me like you do them." She motioned to Alicia and Carrie in
the back seat.  "And Mom wants you too," she added.  Grandpa Jack smiled
and leaned forward to kiss the young girl on her lips.

   Without warning, the sounds of tires on pavement became loud in their
ears.  Engines roared, sputtered, and died.  Several car doors opening
behind them distracted everyone in the SUV.  They twisted around to look.
The restaurant parking lot was suddenly very busy.

   Grandpa let Tasha's skirt fall to cover her bare lower body.  His face
showed how much he regretted the necessity.

   After some shouting and laughter, everyone who'd just arrived plunged
inside the restaurant's entrance.  Peace descended on the parking lot once
more.

   "Your Dad and brother are cute," Alicia remarked, breaking the silence.

   "And your cousin ...  Jeff ...  too," Carrie added.

   "Yeah," Tasha replied.  She wasn't awfully interested in the men in her
family at the moment.  She was looking down at Grandpa's crotch.  "We have
other cousins but they didn't want to come this weekend," she added in a
distracted tone.

   "Boy cousins?" Carrie asked interestedly.

   Tasha nodded distractedly.  "And girls too," she added.

   "Cousins are nice...," Carrie commented.

   Alicia nodded.  "Especially boy cousins," she remarked.

   The twins giggled happily.

   Tasha looked back at the restaurant door to make sure no one was in
sight.  Turning back to Grandpa Jack, she grinned in his face and unzipped
the older man's blue jeans and inexpertly took his cock out, fondling it
for a moment in her small hands.  She smiled happily as Grandpa's dick grew
quickly in length and girth just from the touch of her slim fingers.

   Wrapping both hands around the thick shaft, she jacked it slowly up and
down for a moment, watching the small slit in the end of his cockhead
appear, gap open a little, and then disappear again under the sliding
foreskin.  She bent low and kissed the glans and then tucked him away
again.

   "All the girls at school want to be Shawn's girlfriend," Tasha continued
after a lengthy pause, "and Mom just found out a little while ago he's not
too bad at fucking," she said, half shocking herself by what she said.

   "He's not as big as your grandpa," she admitted, "but I think he's
okay." The girls all giggled together.

   Alicia and Carrie were leaning over the front seat now, actively taking
part in the discussion.

   Tasha gathered her thoughts for a long moment as she caressed Grandpa
Jack's crotch.  There were people moving around the parking lot and it
wouldn't be a good idea to pull his manhood out again.

   "You know," Tasha said slowly, "I don't think Daddy knows how many of my
girlfriends think he's a hunk.  Some of them get all flustered and can't
even talk when he smiles at them.  Mary and Shelly ...  and Tammy too ... I
think they'd led my Daddy do them anytime he wanted."

   "Really?" Carrie tossed out.  She was grinning widely.

   "But he doesn't know ...  I don't think," Tasha cautioned.  "Not 'til
now, or maybe when I tell him, anyway ...  but he liked YOU two really
much," she finished, looking at Alicia and Carrie.

   Tasha grinned, responding to the twin blonds' knowing smiles flashing
back at her.  They were allies now, not adversaries for Grandpa Jack's
attention as they'd been earlier.  The rivalry was over.

   "Does Jeff eat pussy good?" Alicia asked interestedly.

   Grandpa Jack grunted in satisfaction.  He understood the shift in the
twins' attitude.  From the way the twins were talking, they wanted to
become more closely acquainted with the Pearson family, and their cousins.
Very interesting....

   "No," Tasha replied, "but he's going to learn!" she said
matter-of-factly.  All four of them laughed.

   A horn sounded from the Pearson vehicle and Tasha turned to wave a hand
at them.

   "You'll call?" she pleaded, looking Grandpa in the eye.

   "We'll call!  Absolutely!" Grandpa replied.  "Ahhhhh ...  but anything
beyond that is a decision the girls and I need to make together ...  and
all of you too ...  so when your Dad comes around to your way of
thinking...," he added when Tasha would have interrupted.

   "He will," Tasha said firmly.

   "Okay, we'll talk things over and when we call you, we'll all be able to
talk about what we want to do--"

   Grandpa Jack broke off when Alicia put a hand on his shoulder.  He
glanced around at the girls and smiled when he saw the look on their faces.


   "Ohhhhhh," he said, "I see!"

   Grandpa Jack turned back to Natasha.  "I stand corrected!  We already
know what we want to do."

   He grinned.  "We WILL call," Grandpa Jack told the waiting
twelve-year-old.  "The decision is unanimous from us," he added.  "We want
more ...  lots more!"

   Tasha grinned excitedly.  She bent forward to kiss the older man on his
lips and flashed a quick smile at the twins before turning away and
trotting back to her parents' SUV.

   As they drove away, there was a sudden, hurried series of whispers
behind Grandpa Jack's head.  He didn't bother trying to listen in.  The
twins communicated in a shorthand language that didn't necessarily involve
full words, much less actual sentences.

   Alicia slipped through the opening between the two front bucket seats to
sit comfortably in the passenger seat.  Her small hand was on the back of
Grandpa Jack's neck when she started, but it dropped quickly to his crotch.
Her slim fingers stroked and massaged as she prepared him for ...  whatever
she wanted.

   Her other hand held her cell phone and she was holding it out so he
could see the screen.  He glanced away from the highway ahead of them for
an instant.  There was a number from Tasha's piece of paper already punched
in and Alicia's thumb was poised to press the button to dial.

   "Grandpa?" Alicia cooed in his ear.  She giggled softly, mischievously.

   "Hmmmmmm?"

   "Do you think Tasha and her mom, and ...  everyone ...  would like to go
camping with us, this weekend, Grandpa Jack?"

   Grandpa Jack moaned softly while the twins giggled.
   THE END