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Grandpa Tucks Me In

... them soaked almost instantly, I just abandoned them altogether. I skipped out to the kitchen for breakfast wearing only a short yellow sundress. I didn't bother with a bra, as I wasn't exactly well-endowed. As I sat down to eat, I noticed that my grandparents were rather quiet, and they seemed to eye me with suspicion, maybe because I was so cheerful and full of energy. "Good morning grandpa and grandma. What a beautiful day!" I said as happily as I could. "Good morning, dear," grandma replied, as she shot a furtive glance at grandpa, who just smiled and nodded. It seemed like they both were waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, but I didn't let on a thing. Finally, they eased up and seemed convinced that I was oblivious to their late night antics. "Here, let me clear the table and wash the dishes," I offered cheerily, as I poured them another cup of coffee. I could feel their eyes on my back as I busied myself amid the clattering of dishes. I knew my dress was very short, and my long legs must have been an inviting sight for them. I purposefully dropped a fork on the floor, and "innocently" bent over to pick it up. Grandpa's eyes about popped out of his skull as he caught his first glimpse of my panty-less bottom. "So, what are our plans for today?" I asked over my shoulder. "Well, your grandfather has some business in town, and I want to do some weeding in the garden. It seems like the weeds are growing faster than the vegetables," she lamented. "Oh, grandma, I'd ...

... be happy to help!" I quickly offered. I thought it might be fun to see what kind of reactions I could get from her…kind of feel her out without grandpa around. "Oh, darling, that would be wonderful!" she answered enthusiastically. "We'll get started just as soon as you're done with the dishes, and before the sun gets too hot." We said our goodbyes to grandpa, and I made sure to reach up and give him a loving embrace that didn't go unnoticed by grandma. I knew she got an eyeful, and I was certain she had to notice my bare ass when I put my arms around grandpa's neck to hug him. My pussy tingled with the knowledge that I could "disturb" grandma like I did. Out in the garden, I had numerous opportunities to flash her "innocently", and that's what I did whenever I saw her looking over my way: I bent over, exposing my breasts to her; I knelt down in the dirt and leaned over to pull weeds, knowing that my dress rode up, exposing my firm round ass to her prying eyes; I caught her with her mouth agape several times, and I could just imagine the thoughts racing through her mind. When we took a lunch break, she excused herself and went to her room while I made sandwiches. She came back to the kitchen wearing denim shorts and a white halter top tied at the waist, claiming the heat of the sun was getting to her. It was obvious she had discarded her bra, as her ample tits bulged out the sides of her shirt. She was actually still in quite good shape for a grandmother, I thought. The phone ...