Carrie decides to give him more

"You don't have to worry so much about behaving yourself, I'm a big girl and I can take being called some mean names or sprayed with beer," Carrie said. She seemed to have no problem with the fact he was squeezing her ass, and she looked down at your grandfather with a smile.

"If it helps you feel better I can even indulge some of it."

Your eyes went wide at Carrie's suggestion. Things had clearly gone too far and this was not what you expected. Carrie looked so uncomfortable earlier, and all it took was a little sob story and now she was willing to go along with your grandfather's dirty kinks?

"Are you sure about that sweetheart?" he asked, sounding more sweet and innocent than you'd ever heard from him.

"Absolutely...sir," she said, running her hand through what remained of your grandfather's thinning hair. Your grandfather had an almost evil looking grin on his face as he glanced over at you. Carrie's hand moved to his cheek, forcing his attention back to her.

"Now this nightie is ruined, and I'm more beer soaked than a rack of ribs, so I really should take a shower and get washed up."

You expected this to be the end of the teasing from Carrie for the night, but you watched as she tugged at your Grandfather's hands, helping him stand up. She held his hand and started to lead the way out of the living room without a glance in your direction.

"Uhh babe," you said, not that Carrie stopped.

"Don't worry sweetheart, your grandpa is just going to help me wash up. He messed up my outfit after all, and this wet nightie is gonna cling to me something fierce so it'll be nice to have someone help me out of it."

Carrie was already walking down the hallway before you could object or question any of it. You stared off, speechless as you heard your girlfriend shut the bathroom door in the distance.

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