Now she suddenly had a dick in her mouth, and it didn’t even belong to a man! Part of her thought the softness of her tongue felt wonderful against ...t, but the rest of her was desperately trying to get the damn thing back out so she could wish it away!Things took an unsettling turn for the worse when she felt a growing pressure at the back of her throat. Nostrils flaring widely, she groaned when the swollen head pushed it’s way into her esophagus.Despite her panic, Susan couldn’t help moaning. The cook was carrying a small tray with a cup and saucer, sugar and cream, on it. "I've brought you coffee, Miss," Mabel mumbled, putting the tray down beside the bed.Doris glanced at her face, curiously. Her eyes were puffed and swollen as though she'd been crying, and her skin was white with red blotches.Despite herself, Doris asked the unnecessary question. "Did Madam hurt you last night?"Mabel's voice was bitter. "Yes, you saw it!" A hard edge came into her tone: "It hurts to be tortured. My heart sees a concerned person that I would love to have as a friend. My brain sees you as a caring man in a boy's body." It's best to look at me with your last choice. I am going to go places and so an adult view is good for many situations. My boy's view, I am happy to say, is good for many other choices. Both views though, concern the well-being of my family and I am happy that my family has you in it."She bent over and kissed me on the lips and gave me a small hug. While holding me she. Grandmom was even more passionate as I gripped her and she held me while we soul-kissed. I ran my hands over the shiny night dress, over her bottom, daring to touch the side of her bosom as we kissed. She ran her hand over my hard manhood beneath my jeans and she broke the kiss to look at me with wide eyes. "Oh, my!" She shrieked with a laugh as she continued petting me. I put my hand on the top of her thigh just below the hem of the shortie night dress. Emily breathed deeply at this touch. I.