She was almost there, but could not bring herself over the edge. She was getting frustrated, when I put my arms to her crotch, under her legs and lit...rally threw her up so she landed on my face. “O Gramps, YES,” she cried and dug down into my open mouth. She knew where to sit so that my mouth had access to her throbbing little clit and she had landed perfectly. My lips grabbed it on the first try and she went ballistic. “O YES, O YES, O YES,” she screamed, “O GRAMPS, O GRAAAAMPS…”and she. He realized it was Noelle, crying. Rachel was sound asleep beside him.He arose, pulled on his briefs, picked her up and wrapped her in a fresh towel. "I'll bet you're hungry," he said and carried her downstairs. His carrying her calmed her, but she began crying again as he reached the kitchen. "Hold on," he said and removed a nursing bottle filled with Rachel's milk. A brief time in the microwave oven took off the chill. He sat on the sofa and offered her the nipple.Noelle latched onto the. I moaned wildly and loud, having an orgasm from the pleasure of my husband licking and sucking my pussy.After my orgasm subsided, Victor stood up and I stripped him down to be naked, releasing his hard cock. I then sat him down on the edge of the bed and straddled his lap. His cock entered my pussy as he ripped off my blouse. I rode him hard and rough, back and forth, visioning that I was fucking Taylor. Victor placed his hands under my skirt and onto my ass cheeks and I thought back how Taylor. “You did?” she whispered back.I nodded.“Why isn’t it playing right now, this very minute, this very second?” she demanded. “And how come I heard Annie-May’s song on the radio, but haven’t heard one word about mine?”“What is this thing you have about Annie-May?” I asked.She looked gloomy. “Are you kidding? She’s tall and statuesque, with legs that go on forever, and tits that even I want to play with. She’s beautiful, sweet as sugar mice, and has that whole Southern Belle thing going for her..