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…The girls traded unnerved looks as Elizabeth was being bound by her grandfather and uncle, the enormity of their transgressions and their punishments beginning to come into focus.

She mouthed a pleading ‘I’m sorry’ to Jennifer as Martin returned to the cleat and roughly hoisted his granddaughter higher, taking the slack from her bonds and forcing her to her tiptoes like Jennifer, and rending a gasp from her throat as her delicious, creamy body was stretched to its limits and immobilized so that he and Jack could do as they wished with her.

The two brothers took a pleasant moment to chuckle as they surveyed the delicious, guilty, and bound pair of young females.

‘Goodness, what a pair of breasts she ended up with,’ Jack remarked appreciatively to Martin with a grin, stepping close to his little niece and gently tracing the exquisite curve of her heavy tit with his fingertips, and testing its heft in his palm.

Martin laughed heartily.

‘Right? Every single man that’s enjoyed her this week has said the exact same thing. They are really quite magnificent.’

He shrugged.

‘I think she gets them from our side of the family; you might remember that her mother’s tits were similar at her age. Even her mama’s nipples weren’t quite as large and tasty as those, though.’

A scattering of freckles graced her bosom, and Jack bent and gently kissed one at the edge of his niece’s areola.

‘Good god, what a lovely girl you’ve grown into,’ he said. ‘I remember your going-away party, when your daddy had you undress for me and Rob Draper and the other guys and let us all enjoy looking at your little body so we could remember you fondly, since it might be the last time anyone saw you.’

Despite years of private family lessons with his granddaughter Elizabeth, the father-daughter party had been the first time Martin Davis had fully penetrated her.

He and her father both valued her virginity and her social placing after her Festival, and had agreed that she should remain intact until her celebration—but they happily taught her everything else they could think of that didn’t require anything to be actually inserted into her body.

The first several days after her Festival, she had been kept busy with a long line of his colleagues, golf buddies, and neighbors who, knowing she was leaving shortly and they had a limited opportunity, queued up to take their turn teaching his granddaughter a few things by the pool or on the bed in her room.

It had, in fact, actually been her mother’s bedroom in elementary and high college, and Martin and Marie hadn’t changed a thing in it since.

The captivating fact that quite a few of the gentlemen who engaged Elizabeth for a lesson had also enjoyed training her mother in the same bed, not long before Elizabeth was born, lent a special ‘je ne sais quoi’ to the proceedings that charmed everyone involved and aided in stimulating the men to train her with even more gleeful enthusiasm and to climax with even bigger orgasms in her then they might otherwise have.

It might be a few years before Martin got to see her again after she flew back to college; after this final semester, she was proceeding directly to university to start her studies.

Knowing this, he had already planned on taking this last afternoon with her to spend several hours giving Elizabeth some special, grandfatherly lessons before she departed tomorrow, and had sent his wife Marie to her cousin’s for the night so he would have the house to himself and his granddaughter…

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