Page 62 of Dear Glory

“Aye, Glorious,” I grunt as I pull her dress up and run my tongue over her hardened nipples, salivating.It’s been so long…As saliva pools in my mouth, I latch only her nipple, dick growinghard as my hand slosh around in her wetness. I pull out my dick, planting her against the wall.

“Sir! Now please!” she cries as I position myself at her center, but ominously loud footsteps downstairs have me panicking.Shit… I have to make this quick befo?—

“Wahhhhhh!!!! GRAMMA GLORRRRYYYYY!!!! DAXTON PUUUSSSHHHED MEEEEE!” I hear and deflate when I hear my grandson Grant’s cry pierces my ears from downstairs.Shite! I bloody feckin’ knew it!

“Glorious, let’s just ignore them a?—”

“Sir, Grant is hurt. We need go see what Daxton did this time,” she tells me as she pushes me away, fixing her dress. I deflate, watching her leave the room as I flop down in bed trying to rein in my desire.

“GGGGGRRRRRAAAAMMMMPPAAAAAA!” Grant screams at the top of his lungs and I groan, trudging over to the bathroom to wash my hands after my erection goes down, zipping my jeans.

I make a steady trek downstairs where the New Year’s festivities are unfortunately still going… and see just how much of a family man I’ve become. Where once I would have been walking down to Fabian or Lawrence fucking my Dear Glory, now I have to walk down to see a little brat crying over a small cut on his bloody knee. Meanwhile, Fabian and Lawrence are having a drink with my son William watching a football game.

Instead of seeing my Glorious cry out from pleasure, she’s soothing a wee tyke’s tears.I don’t know whether to cry or drag her upstairs and fuck her harder for being so adorable…

“Aww it’s okay, Grant,” she smirks, clicking her tongue at the small scrape as I make my way over to them while my grandson Daxton stands over him with a scowl.

“I didn’t even do anything! He just pushed me for no reason!” Grant whines.

“You were trying to peek at my things!!” he sneers and goes to kick Grant, but his father Damien scoops him up with a glare.

“Daxton, what did I tell you about bullying Grant?!” Damien huffs.

“B-but he was trying to peek at my things! It’s mine and no one is supposed to see it!!” he crosses his arms, looking away disagreeably.

“I was only trying to see it! Grampa always saying sharing is caring,” Grant wines and everyone looks over to me and I clear my throat.

“Y-yes well Grant, if Daxton tells you not to peek, then you shouldn’t,” I admonish him, and he deflates.

“Okay…

“But Daxton, you also shouldn’t just hurt someone for doing something so small.”

“Humph,” the little shit turns up his nose, not listening to a thing anyone says as per usual.

“Gramma Glory, can I h-have a hug?” Grant holds his hands up and Glory smiles lovingly.

“Sure, hun,” Grant goes to hug her, but Daxton hops out of his father’s grasp and pushes Grant again and stands in front of Glory, chest puffed out.

“OW! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Grant sniffles, wiping tears from his eyes.

“That’s for trying to hug Gramma Glory!”

“BUT SH-SHE TOLD ME I CAN H-HUG HER!”

“You wuss! Who asks for a hug!? You just take it!” Daxton hugs Glory and sticks his tongue out at him as Astrid comes over to pick Grant up.

“Grant hunny, why don’t you come over here with Aunty Astrid and Uncle Edouard and play with your cousin?” she asks and Grant frowns over at the adorable little girl playing by herself in the corner.

“I don’t know… she scares me,” he pouts and Astrid chuckles.

“Yes, she can be a bit strong-willed, but I’ll tell her to behave, okay?” she snuggles his cheek and he hugs her back, finally quieting down.

“I… I’ll play with her.”

“Good,” she smiles and carries him over. I turn my attention to Damien, my son-in-law who’s still trying to get his son to understand.

“Daxton, Grandma Glory isn’t yours, but Grandpa Godfrey’s and it’s always polite to ask for anything you want… not just a hug,” Damien tries to explain to the boisterous nine-year-old, but he’s not receiving any of it.

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