Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 4

... had some tricks of my own. “Grandpa…” Rachel began. Without turning around I interrupted, “Let me guess! You want to know if Roxy can stay for supper and sleep over, right?” “Uh, well, yeah. Can she?” I turned around and looked at Roxy up and down with a concerned frown. “Well, I don’t know… she eats a lot; she’s awfully noisy with her laughing and giggling; she probably snores; she’s always running around naked like she’s a naturist or something.” “Grandpa!” she protested with her fists on her hips. “I don’t eat a lot and I don’t snore! And I AM a naturist I LOVE being naked!” “Yaaay!” cheered the other three. “Well, you didn’t bring any PJ’s, you don’t have clean underwear or clean clothes for tomorrow; you don’t have a toothbrush…” I teased. “Well, duh, that’s what naturism is all about!” Roxy continued, “ I don’t NEED clean clothes ‘cause I’m not wearing any clothes and there’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom drawer I can use!” she stuck out her tongue and smiled. “Yeah, you have my permission to stay and eat and sleep- now you need your Mother’s permission so go call her.” She picked up the phone and dialled. “Hi Mom! I’m a naturist now!” she reported excitedly. “Yeah, Grandpa-Mr. Smith was really cool about it. Yeah, he’s naked, too- his genitals are really gross and disgusting…” she teased, looking at me with a devilish grin. ...

... “Ha, ha I’m teasing him ‘cause he’s listening! ----yeah,-----yeah, I am---yeah, they are—Mom, Mr. Smith said it was OK with him if I sleep over tonight. Is it OK with you? Can I?----OK----Thank you, Mom---I will---I promise---I love you, too. –‘Bye----Mom wants to talk to you, Grandpa…” Roxy handed me the phone. “Hi, Sally.” I said. “It sounds like you really won her over and she’s having a good time! I don’t know how to thank you- you’re so good at handling her! I hope she isn’t too much for you…” “Well, Mrs. Jones” I said loud enough for all to hear, “I don’t know how much longer I can stand that brat of a daughter of yours- I’m only letting her stay to keep my girls happy, you know…” I teased and Roxy slapped my butt. “You don’t need to thank me.” I returned to seriousness. “She’s a sweet, sensitive, young lady and a pleasure to have around!” Roxy smiled and I stuck my tongue out at her. “Well! I’m glad to hear that. She’s not always sweet and sensitive around HERE and I must say I’ve enjoyed the break from her. We have no plans for tomorrow so send her home when you get tired of her. Thanks, again, John --‘bye.” “ ‘Bye,” I said, and hung up. “Grandpa said I’m a ‘sweet, sensitive young lady’!” Roxy pronounced as she walked away in her best supermodel strut- one hand on a hip the other stroking her hair- her hips swinging exaggeratedly.