Chapter 7
The sun was warm overhead as Sarah walked through the tall, thick grass toward the pond she knew Henry liked to visit. She felt light hearted even though the pain in her soul was heavy.
She was wearing one of her long, flowing dresses that the old man loved to see her in and she had bathed and perfumed herself in preparation. She hoped he would not find her too bold for she wanted so much to please him.
She found him sitting on a log, staring at the blue-green water that rippled slightly with the breeze blowing across it. He was sitting quite still, making hardly a sound, deep in thought.
She sat down beside him and put her arm around his waist, leaning her lithe, young body into his. He turned his head and smiled, kissing her on the top of her attractive head with an affectionate manner.
"My dear little Sarah, we had quite a time, you and I, didn't we," he laughed softly. He stared at her warmly. "Come on now, honey, perk up, things aren't all that bad, they never are."
Swallowing her fear, Sarah gazed up into her grandfather's warm, kind eyes and spoke in a trembling tone of voice. She knew she had to hurry or she would never dare say what she wanted to him.
"Henry, Henry, you're going to be stuck in that home, and I was wondering," she began, cursing herself for sounding so rattled. "I mean, I was just thinking, well, you know, about what happened the other night."
"What happened the other night, honey?" the old man asked in a quizzical tone of voice. "Whatever it was has completely slipped my mind!"
Sarah wanted to scream. This was one time when she truly wished the old man's memory hadn't gone bad on him. This was going to make her task all the harder if he started to get shocked or angry with her.
Boldly she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to his in an affectionate, yet clearly passionate kiss. "I want you, Henry, I want you before you go," she moaned, quivering as the mixture of fear and wanting rippled through her. "I may never have this chance again!"
The old man shivered as he felt his granddaughter's mouth moving hungrily back and forth across his own. Her tongue was slithering around his teeth, urgently pressing against them.
He could feel her young, soft body quivering violently as she leaned into him, her breathing becoming harsh and erratic. He groaned as he kissed her, parting his teeth under the insistent attack of her darling arrow.
"Ahh, dear little Sarah, so sweet," he chuckled, pulling his mouth from hers for a moment. "I don't know if you know what you're asking me to do with you, honey!"
"Ohhh, God, Henry, I do, I do," she moaned, mashing her body against him frantically once more. "Kiss me, Henry, love me, now! Please, please, before it's too late!"
The old man could not escape the hunger of her attack now, as the girl eagerly mashed her mouth against his own once more. She slid her tongue between his teeth, darting and stabbing with the precious dart, hungrily trying to entwine his around her own.
She moaned as she felt the old man beginning to respond to her urgent attack, his lips roaming greedily over hers, his hands beginning to touch and caress her through the thin material of her dress.
"Ahh, I've dreamed of this, honey," Henry whispered softly, his voice growing thick with desire. "I swear, I have dreamed of this, in this place, I truly have!"
He dropped his hand over the tiny, jutting mounds of her breasts and gave the small, roundish globes a tender squeeze. Sarah gasped in pleasure, shivering as the warm, enticing heat began to ripple through her loins.
Gently, the old man kneaded and caressed her tits, rubbing his palm back and forth across them, feeling them growing firm and erect through the wispy garment. Sarah moaned in pleasure ¦ and ran her hand over his thigh in a greedy fashion.
She gently scraped her fingers back and forth against the tight fit of the old man's slacks, feeling his flesh come alive beneath the garment, trembling with growing need. She ached to experience the sensations he could give her, and she no longer felt nervous or afraid.
Henry's fingers ran down over her stomach and dropped to her lap. She jerked spasmodically as she felt him lazily scratching at her cunt mound through the dress and she could not keep from shuddering involuntarily as the caress sent waves of piercing need tearing through her.
"Ummm, so nice, Henry, you do that so nice," she moaned, shivering once more as another thrilling spasm tore through her. "Ahh, I love that, Henry, darling, I love it when you do that!"
The old man chuckled happily, pleased that his granddaughter was enjoying this. Even through the dress he could feel the heat rising from her womb, pulsating rhythmically against his fingers as it poured from her fevered cave.
Lovingly he slithered his hand over her knee and gave the darling cap a tender squeeze. The girl shuddered uncontrollably and began to tug on the dress, drawing it swiftly up and over her knees, baring her flesh to her waist as she bunched it up in her lap.
"Ohh, touch me, Henry, make me feel good," she begged him, her lovely, supple thighs opening and closing spasmodically. "Oooo, do it now, please, do it right now! Touch me, Henry, touch me, now!"
Eagerly the old man slithered his hand down along the moist, cool flesh of her inner thigh, kneading and caressing the tapered limb with his gnarled fingers. Her flesh was damp with sweat and the juice of passion and she screamed softly as his attentive hand created more urgent fire in her loins.
Groaning and sighing with need, she thrust her pussy against his seeking digits in a frenzied manner. Her panties were tight against her loins and already a little soaked with the juice of her need.
Henry busily rode his fingers over her quaking mound, delighting in the way that she shuddered and cried out under his caress. He cupped his hand over her throbbing hillock and rhythmically rubbed the hard heel of his hand up and down across it.
The girl moaned thickly, and her own fingers were hungrily slicing back and forth across the growing bulge at the center of his trousers. She could feel his shaft expanding behind them, and she eagerly attack the building weapon with her soft, exquisite fingers.
Gently she squeezed the tool and the old man groaned, jerking a bit in an involuntary response to her caress. "That's right, Sarah, ummm, ohh yes," he sighed, shivering as the lovely tremors tore through him. "Ahh, yes, perfect, perfect, honey!"
Hungrily, now, Sarah kneading and gripped his prick through his trousers. Her free hand slipped behind her back and she frantically tore at the zipper to her dress, trying desperately to pull it down to the base of her spine.
Henry laughed at her frantic motion and brushed her fingers aside. Quickly he ran the zipper down, then drew the garment away from her body, sliding the sleeves free of her long, supple arms.
Her tiny, pert breasts jiggled enticingly as he gazed at them, her nipples hard and pink against the alabaster background of her boobs. The precious globes seemed to sway anxiously from left and right with her breathing, seemingly aching for the attention of his hands.
Gently, the old man wrapped his fingers around one soft, pliant sphere and squeezed it tenderly. She sobbed and quaked as she felt his fingers digging into her flesh, her loins beginning to rumble with demand.
Soothingly, Henry rubbed this thumb across her nipples, sending harsh, stinging darts of pleasure racing through her. She sighed contentedly as she felt him squeezing and massaging her boobs, totally concerned with her pleasure, now.
"You have such a lovely little body, honey," the old man whispered kindly. He kissed her cheek tenderly. "I hope that it will always give you as much pleasure as it possibly can!"
Sarah moaned and shuddered, almost unable to speak, now that her passion was beginning to build rapidly in her loins. Her lips felt dry and parched, and her mouth tasted of dust.
She felt the old man's fingers tugging on her panties, in a casual manner, and she willingly lifted her buttocks from the log they were sitting upon, and allowed him to slithered the garment free of her throbbing loins.
She lifted her legs and Henry quickly slipped the unwanted underwear over her dainty feet. She giggled when he bent down to kiss her toes, giving her a wink as he pressed his lips to them.
"Every single part of your body is delicious, little Sarah," he said wickedly, slipping off the long in front of her. "I just could eat you all up, honey!"
Sarah moaned as he drew her to the grass beside him. They lay down on their sides, just inches apart, now, their hands beginning to explore each other's bodies in earnest, now.
Hungrily, Henry returned one hand to her tits and the other to her crotch. Her cunt was quaking with need, now, damp and slippery with the creamy love juice that poured from her womb.
As his fingers lightly danced across the hot, quivering hillock, Sarah gasped in passion and trembled uncontrollably with the raging fires that seared her loins.
She hungrily reached for his groin with her tender, soft hand, eager to feel his prick once more. Lovingly she wrapped her fingers around the growing mound and gave the expanding weapon a tender squeeze.
"I love you, Henry, and I love doing this with you," she moaned quietly, kneading and massaging his prick through his trousers. "I don't care what anybody says, this is all I want to do!"
The old man said nothing. His throat felt dry and raspy and he could hardly find the words to say anything. He shuddered a bit as she squeezed his prick once more, the harsh, burning need raging in his balls.
Hungrily he bent forward, pressing his lips to her breasts. His ancient petals rode lovingly back and forth over the creamy globes, kissing and lathering them with a growing passion.
He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and the girl screamed softly as he gathered her boob into his mouth. She shuddered and sobbed, aching with all the thousands of sensations that were assaulting her, now.
She felt his fingers, long and stiff, kneading and toying with the flesh of her cunt mound. He caught the strands of wispy hair that covered her adorable hillock, and tugged on them in a teasing fashion.
"My goodness, Sarah, you're a bit wet and warm, aren't you?" he laughed, enjoying the fact that she was getting more and more crazed with passion. "Have to figure out a way to calm you down, won't we?"
"Ohhh, God, Henry, God, it's so good," she groaned, jerking violently as a powerful, demanding tremor raced through her, suddenly. "You ... ohhh, you make me feel ... ummm, so damn good!"
Henry chuckled again and gently rode the tips of his fingers up and down along the top of her trembling pussy lips. The soft, wet petals fluttered in response, trembling with delight under his attack.
Eagerly, now, Henry began to explore the hot, wet hillock that he wanted so badly. He didn't care about anything, now, but having this harsh, yet pleasing desire meet its completed end.
He rubbed her tiny, damp clit with the tip of his thumb, rolling it back and forth until the girl was jerking and bouncing spasmodically beneath his hand, her fingers squeezing and gripping his cock, wildly.
"Yes, little Sarah, yes," he sighed, his voice broken and weak with need. "This is what we should do for each other, only this! Ummm, so nice, little Sarah, so nice!"
Both of them were growing more frenzied with wanting, now. Sarah's cunt was pounding with need and she could feel his cock quaking powerfully under her hand. She gripped the shaft urgently, now, and squeezed it as hard as she dared.
She no longer was content with merely feeling his flesh through his trousers, she wanted to experience the sensation of it beating wildly in her hand, and she fumbled with his trousers in a frenzied manner.
Hungrily she pulled the zipper free, shoving the folds of the pants aside in the same motion. Henry groaned thickly as he felt her fingers slip inside of his trousers, searching frantically for his hard, quaking tool.
The girl wrapped her hand around the cock and the old man nearly leaped from the grass with the intense pleasure of first contact. He groaned thickly, jerking violently as the girl drew his prick from the confinement of his trousers.
"Ohh, it's just as big and hard and good as I had hoped," she cooed, lovingly, gazing fondly at the huge, throbbing weapon in her hand. "Ummm, I love how alive it feels, Henry! I love the way it shivers in my palm!"
"Umm, yes, darling Sarah, ahhh do that, yes," the old man, moaned, swaying a little as she opened and closed her fist around his shaft. "You're a perfect angel, darling, a perfect angel indeed!"
Sarah giggled a bit, thrilling to the way her grandfather shuddered uncontrollably as she fondled his throbbing meat. She could feel the harsh, demanding blood racing through the shaft, forcing it to pulsate wildly in her tender grip.
Eagerly she rubbed the tip of her pink little thumb back and forth across the surface of his cock, and sliced, teasingly, at the hot, dry head with her nail. The old man cried out in pleasure, a seizure of need quaking through his body, now.
Slowly, all thoughts of anything but their aching need drifted away. She began to ride her delicate fingers up and down on his prick, kneading and squeezing the shaft carefully as she went along.
She thrilled to the angry come that she felt churning in his balls as she cupped them in her palm. She loved the way his flesh roared with desire, throbbing violently as she squeezed his cock and kneaded his pounding balls.
Tenderly she tugged on his taut, hairy sack, pinching and caressing the stones between her fingers. The old man was beside himself with lust, now, and his own hands attacked her tender young flesh with a complete abandon, now.
Hungrily he rode his fingers over her cunt mound, kneading and pinching her flesh as he fondled her. He caught the delicate button of her clit between his thumb and forefinger and the girl screamed as the stinging pleasure seared her aching loins.
"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, Henry, yes," she sobbed, shivering uncontrollably as the intense pleasure she was experiencing only seemed to grow and grow. "Ohhh, please, more please, yes, yes!"
Now the old man gently rolled her clit back and forth, while tickling her cunt lips with the rest of his fingers. The girl shuddered and sobbed, the harsh, fiery greed completely consuming her, now.
She drove her hand up and down on his cock, determinedly, loving every moment of the way his prick grew bigger and bigger in her grasp. She could actually feel it expanding in her tiny hand and she shivered with anticipation of how it would feel deep inside of her.
"Sarah, Sarah, ahh, yes," her grandfather gasped, his voice so twisted and harsh, that she could barely understand him, now. "So good, Sarah, you do that so well! Ahhh, perfect, honey, just perfect!
Eagerly, now, he rode his fingers up and down along the damp, quivering cleft between her pussy lips. The soft, creamy petals trembled with pleasure as he assaulted them, and the girl greedily thrust her loins against his seeking prongs.
Hungrily, Henry began to kiss and suck her small, luscious breasts. Her tits were quivering under his mouth, the nipples tensed with passion, responding to the slightest caress of his greedy mouth.
She gasped as she felt him catch one of the tiny nuggets between his teeth and slowly gather all of the pert, alabaster globe into his mouth. She moaned thickly as his tongue slashed back and forth across her nipples, darting and stabbing at them in a frantic fashion.
Now his fingers began to become more urgent and demanding at her womb. She sighed and rolled over on her back, parting her thighs wide to give him all the room he needed. She moaned and sobbed once more as she felt him part the twin folds of flesh that guarded her loins and slip two fingers inside of her.
"Yes, yes, deeper, deeper," she gasped, screaming with pleasure under the fiery delight of the penetration. "Ohhh, God, do it, Henry, put them all the way in me, all the way, now!"
Slowly the old man rolled and turned his fingers against her taut, steaming inner walls until he had buried his fingers to the hilt in her womb. He could feel her cunt throbbing around the sunken prongs, her pussy muscles fluttering spasmodically against the thick, stiff spears.
Gently he began to pump the digits in and out of her in a careful, controlled manner, eager to give the girl as much pleasure as he could. She flexed her muscles hungrily around his fingers and kneaded his prick with increased frenzy.
The two of them were damp with sweat and the moisture of the grassy bed they lay upon. Henry drove his fingers in and out of her pussy methodically, twisting and turning them as he went along, making sure to tease and caress every inch of her hot, taut flesh.
Her cunt felt marvelous around his fingers and her breasts were, the sweetest-tasting he had kissed in years. His prick ached with passion and greed, and the come that was boiling in his taut, hairy bag was growing more fierce and demanding with each moment that passed.
He powered his fingers in and out of her with a growing rhythm and force and his lips were now traveling passionately down over her trim, taut body. She sobbed wildly, now, her whole frame quivering with desire as she sighed with an aching wanting as she felt his mouth traveling over her trim belly.
"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, do that please," she moaned as his lips began to kiss the wispy strands of hair that covered her fifteen-year-old mound. "Ohh, please, yes, eat me, please, Henry, please!"
Now her pussy was on fire for the old man's attack. She eagerly spread her legs as far apart as they would go and lay quivering in anticipation. When she felt his tongue slicing wickedly across the rim of her throbbing hillock, the sensation was so intensely pleasing that she burst into tears.
Henry began to attack her pussy with a vengeance, now. He lathered the rim of her hillock hungrily, slicing the tip of his rough, seeking dart viciously across her damp, twitching clit.
The effect was immediate and powerful. The girl howled in pleasure and rose up from the grass in a shudder of delight. The old man chuckled wickedly and wrapped his hands around her buttocks, burying his head between her moist, slippery thighs.
She groaned thickly, locking her lovely limbs tight against his head, trapping him there between them. She cried out as she felt his tongue lathering her clit, then shivered as he captured the juicy nugget between his teeth.
"Ohh, Lord, ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes," she sobbed, tossing her adorable head from side to side on the grass. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, so damn nice! Ohhh, God, it's too good, too damn good!"
Frantically, now, she reached out with her hand and grasped hold of his prick once more. Urgently she began to tug on the shaft, and the old man shifted his body around until she had his cock where she wanted it.
Eagerly she began to lick and lather the pulsating weapon with her lips and tongue. She rode her soft, pliant petals up and down along the length of his tool, nibbling wickedly at his steaming flesh with her even, white teeth.
Henry thought his balls would explode under the girls demanding attack. He moaned in a tortured voice as she rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of his helmet and sliced it across the surface of his engorged head.
Gently the girl moved her mouth down to the root of his shaft, and then slithered her dart through his tangled thatch of pubic hair, to the taut, pounding sack beneath.
Lovingly she opened her mouth and sucked the hard bag inside, locking her lips and teeth around his flesh and trapping the throbbing container inside. She giggled as she stabbed at his balls with her tongue, enjoying the way the man shuddered uncontrollably under her sucking attack.
"Ahhh, yes, Sarah, ahhh, uh-huh," he grunted, bucking his loins tight against her adorable mouth. "Suck me, Sarah, suck me good, honey! Ahh, you do it just right, Sarah, just the right way, yes!"
The girl became more and more excited with each passing moment of their lust. She lathered and sucked his balls wildly, tossing the taut, pounding nuts back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her precious arrow.
His mouth was boring down on her pussy, hungrily, now. His tongue slid easily into the steaming tunnel of her womb and she screamed in delight, grinding her cunt hard against the eager lips.
She felt him bury the spear deep inside of her, then, lathering the steaming flesh of her inner walls greedily. His teeth nibbled and bit at her pussy lips and the tip of his tongue seemed to know just the right spot to attack to give her the most pleasure possible.
Now she urgently moved her mouth back up along the pounding tool of his cock. She nipped and lathered her way to the throbbing helmet of his prick and wickedly fastened her teeth around the rim of his helmet.
Henry groaned in an agonized tone of voice as he felt his granddaughter sucking the head of his shaft beyond her pliant lips. He moaned and shuddered uncontrollably as the darling child slithered his prick effortlessly into the silken passage of her throat canal.
"Ahh, God, yes, so nice," he groaned, his voice muffled by her pussy, now. "Ummm, Sarah, ohhh, little Sarah, that's it, ohh, yes, that's it exactly!"
Eagerly the lovely young girl rode his prick to the depths of her velvet tunnel, She flexed her throat muscles rhythmically against his buried tool, and sucked feverishly at the throbbing root of his manhood.
As Henry began to pump his tongue in and out of her eager pussy, taking slow, rhythmic strokes, the girl joined his attack with her own mouth, soon finding his pace and riding his cock in and out of her silken passage in perfect time with him.
The two of them shuddered and moaned, loudly, the quiet, summer air ringing with their cries of passion. Relentlessly they drove their mouths at each other, licking and sucking with a frenzied abandon.
Harder and faster they drove their mouths at each other. Each stroke that they took forced both of them higher and higher on a plane of ecstasy that neither of them could believe.
Henry's prick ached so badly he wanted to scream and the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure roared through his balls and prick with relentless demand. His flesh felt on fire, now, as she sucked on him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he climaxed in a burst of uncontrollable greed.
He powered his tongue along her wet, slippery canal, licking and sucking on her pussy lips greedily. He drank deeply from her dripping chamber, enjoying the sour taste of her love in his mouth.
The girl shuddered and thrashed, her womb pounding so fiercely that she knew her orgasm was going to be something special. It felt as if her cunt had been waiting all this time for him, and him alone, and she sobbed with the anxious hurt of her need.
Now she began to tug on Henry's shoulders, trying desperately to pull him from her pussy. She bobbed her head rhythmically up and down on his cock at the same time, sucking on his shaft as hard as she could.
Henry understood what she wanted and he slowly lifted his mouth from her womb and began to squirm his body around and over hers. She felt his prick leaving her mouth and she sighed with aching anticipation."
"Ummm, fuck me, now, Henry, right now," she whispered hungrily, rocking from side to side to entice him between her thighs. "Please, please, fuck me, now, Henry! I want you in me, right now!"
The old man quickly slithered down between her creamy, slippery limbs, gently pushing them apart with his fingers. Her cunt was pounding visibly now, quaking as the fiery need roared through it.
Gently he adjusted his belly over hers and lay the throbbing, huge prong against her wet, warm lips. She bucked upward, frantically, trying to force him to enter her pussy at once.
"Ahh, you're going to be so nice, little Sarah," Henry chuckled softly as he rubbed his cock and fingers over her cunt. "I just know that this is going to be grand, I just know it!"
The girl sobbed with wanting and reached down between them. Hungrily she took hold of his shaft and desperately tried to shove it inside of her. Laughing in satisfaction, the old man brushed her fingers aside and took over the job himself.
Very gently, he slipped the huge, throbbing head of his shaft between her moist, quivering petals. She gasped with the intensely pleasing shock of his invasion and groaned thickly as he at last penetrated her luscious pit.
Slowly, Henry forced more of his prick inside of the damp, gripping passage of her cunt. Her tiny, taut canal locked around the plunging tool, greedily, and her muscles fluttered spasmodically to urge him on.
He groaned thickly as he felt the luscious, hot pussy gathering his manhood up, her muscles kneading and urging him deeper, the entire sleeve fitting so snugly around his prick that he could barely believe it.
He loved how her cunt seemed to burn with passion, how it undulated around his ancient spear. Slowly he buried himself to the hilt inside of her womb, until his prick was throbbing urgently against the hot, slippery inner depths of her lovely chamber.
Now he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and began to gently ride his cock in and out of the girl's darling, pit. He rocked from side to side, twisting and turning as he powered his shaft along her dripping tunnel.
Her pussy quaked wildly under the assault and the darling girl could barely breathe, so aching was her passion now. Henry's prick seemed to fit just right in her pussy, and she sobbed with each marvelous stroke that he took.
Again and again the old man powered the cock into her cunt. He slipped his fingers back beneath her ass and drew her tightly to him, grinding his belly hard against hers, rocking his huge, throbbing weapon back and forth against her inner walls.
Both of them grew more and more frenzied in their passion, slowly becoming consumed by the angry desire that was assaulting them. They shuddered and groaned and drove their bodies together violently, now.
Henry could feel her pussy drawing tighter around his shaft, and the thick, creamy fluid of her loves was becoming increasingly more boiling around his driving tool.
He could tell that she was drawing near to an orgasm and he carefully pumped his cock in and out of her now, making sure that each stroke did what it could to take her to the final peak of ecstasy.
The adorable girl could no longer do anything but writhe in the grip of such pleasure. She lay there, almost completely wasted by pleasure, just allowing her body to shudder and jerk with each marvelous tremor of love she experienced.
Her cunt ached so badly she wanted to cry and her loins were screaming at her for release. She hugged Henry tight to her chest and sobbed as she felt the wonderful moment of her passion drawing near.
"Harder, Henry, harder," she sobbed, twisting and turning under the old man's violent attack. "Ummm, harder, ahh, going to come, harder please!"
Henry drove himself into her again and again, rocking and crashing his prick to the depths of her loins, then pulling it free once more. He felt her pussy reaching the moment of her release and he powered into her again with a renewed effort and force.
She screamed once, in a loud, long wail of pleasure and the old man had to hold tight to her buttocks under her uncontrollable thrashing. He felt her come swirling around his shaft as she rocked beneath him, filling her loins with its creamy power, dancing enticingly around his plunging manhood.
Over and over the lovely waves of release rippled through the girl. She gasped and sobbed, quaking with the powerful spasms of need that were finally tearing to their moment of bliss.
Her cunt was raging with pleasure and she tried desperately to concentrate on the old man, now, for she achingly wanted him to be joining her in this powerful moment of absolute ecstasy.
"In me, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, flexing her cunt muscles viciously around his driving rod. "Please, Henry, come in me now, please, please, please!"
The old man drove into her again and again, rocking and turning with every stroke, his aching spasms growing more fierce with each plunge that he took.
Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding tool into the depths of her creamy passage. His cock was aching with passionate need, and his balls screamed for the release of the come churning inside of them.
He shuddered and groaned, driving his shaft into her so violently that he pinned her to the grass with the sheer power of his thrusts. She held tightly to him, now, her passion overwhelmed by his, the only thought in her mind to feel him exploding in the depths of her precious chamber.
Suddenly the old man was bucking wildly inside of her, groaning and gasping in a breathless manner. She felt his prick buried deep in her pussy, the come spurting violently from the tip, searing her inner flesh with its liquid greed.
She shivered and quaked, listening to his moans and cries of pleasure as he pumped the spurting weapon in and out of her again and again.
"Ahhh, coming good, Sarah, coming good in you now," the old man sobbed, twisting and turning in the throes of his orgasm. "Ohhh, so nice, little Sarah, coming in you so nice, right now!
Again and again the delightful waves rippled through the two of them, and they were both locked in a delicious and enticing release. They tossed back and forth on the grass, completely consumed by their passion until every bit of their greed and desire was gone.
When they fell apart, they lay on the grass, gasping for breath, completely drained and exhausted. Sarah gazed at her grandfather warmly, hating the very idea that his son wanted to put him in a home. It was easy for her to see, that Henry didn't need that at all.
She could not bear to look at him anymore and she turned her head away, stifling a sob. She felt his hand caressing her naked shoulders and she wondered, how long, how long could he survive once torn from the home and people he loved.
Frank Carney stared down at his father, trying hard to keep his eyes clear and his jaw set. He didn't want the old man to know just how much he hated this. He needed to be strong.
"I'm tired of being the villain, Henry," he sighed, shaking his head determinedly. "I am trying to keep us alive, but you don't want to help, and that's all there is to that one."
His father gazed up at him, his eyes clear and twinkling. "That's how you see it, huh, Frank?" he said calmly. "That I'm just an old fart that gets in the way?"
"I didn't say that, God damn it," his son groaned. He shook his head fiercely. "I won't be made out to be a monster, Henry, but things can't go on like this!"
"Well, I agree, Frank, they certainly can't," his father replied after a moment. "I never gave you much of a chance, did I, son? Never gave you the choice of what to do, and now I guess I'm paying for it."
"I don't care about that, damn it," his son said. He blinked his eyes and wiped them with the back of his hand. He got down on one knee in front of the old man and stared at him intently.
"Don't you see, don't you realize how times have changed, Henry?" he asked, his voice rich with tortured emotion. "We ... we have a chance to really grow, Henry, really make something of this place."
"But only if you're in charge, huh, Frank?" Henry said, eyeing the man steadily. "Only if you hold the reins, unless I'm reading you wrong, is that it, son?"
"I can't do anything with you, can I?" Frank moaned. He stood up and turned to go. "I'm not going to be the monster, Henry, but I'm not going to drown, either!"
Henry waited a bit before replying. "Maybe you don't have to, Frank," he said slowly. "Maybe there's a way out of this for both of us. I think there might be."
Frank turned slowly and stared at his father intently. "What are you driving at Henry?" he said quietly. "You got something on your mind, spill it."
"Here's my deal, Frank," Henry said matter-of-factly. "I'll turn the whole place over to you right now. You can have Jeb Stevens file the papers today if you like, but on one condition. I stay here until I die. No more rest homes."
Frank stared at his father in shock. He could not believe the old man was saying this to him. He gulped and shook his head, beginning to laugh a bit at the sudden realization that his dreams were coming true.
"You'd do that, you'd give me the farm right now?" he whispered, his voice trembling with shock and not a little disbelief. "Why, why now, why now?"
"Because you deserve it, son, that's all," Henry said, simply. Then he nodded. "And, I want to make sure I can die in my own bed, in my own house and my own land. You see, I'll never stop thinking of it that way, no matter who owns it, Frank."
Frank began to laugh, then, shaking his head as the tears of joy ran down his cheek. He nodded happily and stuck out his hand to shake his father's for the first time in years.
"It's a deal, Henry," he cackled. "Old man, you got yourself a deal! I don't care if you live forever! Jesus, I just can't believe it, I just can't believe it."
"Well, Frank, you believe it, because it's true," his father said. "Now if you'd like to do me a favor, you could go find little Sarah and send her to me."
His son nodded and quickly went off to look for the girl. Henry sat in the warm glow of the sun, smiling until he saw her running up to him. He patted a place beside him on the bench and she sat down, heavily.
"It's all taken care of, Sarah," he chuckled warmly. "This old man still has a few tricks up his sleeve. I'm not going into any old age home. I'm gonna stay right here until I'm done."
Sarah's eyes went wide with shock and she squealed in delight. She wrapped her arms around Henry's neck and hugged him so tightly that he had to push her away to be able to breathe.
"I made a deal with Frank," he explained. "I gave him the farm, ought to have done it years ago I guess, but I was just too stubborn to let go."
"Ohh, Henry, Henry I'm so happy," the girl gushed. She broke into tears and sobbed with joy. "It's like a dream come true, it really, really is."
"Well, there's a lesson to be learned about knowing when to let go, honey," the old man sighed. "Guess it just took me a little longer than most to learn it."
He laughed and peered around the front yard. "Say, where's that nice young man you're so friendly with, honey?" he said. "I kind of like him, he sort of grows on you after awhile."
"Even if he does do nothing but bitch about things," laughed Sarah. She stood up and smiled down at her grandfather. "I like him too, he's a lot neater than I ever had imagined."
"Well, you take good care of him, you hear, Sarah," Henry warned, wagging his finger at her. "Good friends are hard to find in this world, especially ones that are willing to help you kidnap an old man!"
They both laughed at that and then Sarah kissed him goodbye and dashed off to find Jimmy and tell him the good news. Henry stared after her for awhile, then leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes.
In a matter of moments he was sleeping peacefully, an old man destined to live out his days exactly where he wanted to, dreaming, warmly, of his granddaughter once again.