Thread: Human girls make the best breeders. (BK x Midge)

Red? Grandma. Fine fine, Erin, do you think you could do me a favor? And that was how Erins conversations had always started with her grandmother every other day of the week, today being no exception. The older woman had made it something of a habit to call her granddaughter whenever she needed something. Someone to make her lunch when she was feeling to tired, to run to the grocery store when she didnt feel like it, and when the woman was feeling really lazy she called her granddaughter over look for the remote. It was sad yes, a little depressing as well, but Erin was at the womans beck and call. Maybe because she was her only living relative, or maybe because the woman did actually care when no one else did, she wasnt sure, but whatever the reason she was at her grandmas beck and call. It was tiring, and annoying, but she didnt mind. Shes lucky I love her Erin let out a small sigh as made her way through Amber Woods, a small frown on her face. The twenty one year old had always hated these woods, even as a child. Well, no, that wasnt entirely true. She loved this forest and all the things in it, it provided her with a since oftranquility almost whenever she took a trip through the dense greenery. What she really didnt like was the fact that her grandmother lived out here all by herself. There was grandpa once upon a time but he had met his end long ago towell, no one was sure. Some liked to say it had been a hunting accident, he had shot himself with his rifle and bled out. There was a gunshot wound in his shoulder after all. But then there were those that believed it was a wolf attack, which would explain why it had looked like he had been clawed by animals. Erin didnt believe anything in particular, all she knew for a fact was that he was dead and there was no way he was coming back. After the incident she had been afraid of coming into these woods alone as a child, but a lot had changed since then. She was no long afraid and the biggest thing was, she was no longer a little girl. Erin stood at about 57 with a petite hourglass frame and average 36C breasts, her body toned in all the right places. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and perfect from head to toe. She had short raven locks, only falling straight to her shoulders and no further. She had emerald green eyes that seemed to glow in the night, or at least so she had been told. Her nickname, Red, came not only a long lasting joke spawned from a rather inappropriate Christmas gift a few years back, but also her choice of attire. Erin had a habit of wearing something red every day, from her shirts to her shoes, lipstick, or earrings, today it was her jacket and a pair of rose shaped earrings. A long red leather coat had been placed on her figure, a matching red scary worn around her neck, a simple purple button up blouse and a pair of black slacks worn underneath. Approaching the house the young woman would let out a sigh of relief, opening up the door and heading inside. Grandma, Im here! Slipping off her jacket she would hang in on the coat rack, looking around with a frown. It was unusually quitenormally the T.V or the radio was on, something. The older woman had never liked it to be completely silent in her house, not even as a kid. So this was weird. Grandma? She would begin to walk through the house, searching the various rooms for the older woman. Are you asleep? If she was she wasnt expecting an answer, maybe a snore, some kind of response would have been nice.