A slow realisation began to dawn. Today was the anniversary of his death – Valentines Day. She had almost forgotten the date, at her age the days ju...t seemed to merge into one long stretch of endless time. She really should have known what day it was. Jessie had seemed unusually happy this morning and Eleanor had fleetingly wondered why. The girl had bounced around the house with a spring in her step and even the smallest things had not been too much trouble. Eleanor knew Jessie had a young. It was a weekday and very few people were there, as it is it’s not a famous mall so hardly anyone was there. We broke the hug and I Asked her why she had called me that too like this. She winked and answered that she wanted to buy few cloths and wants someone to tell her how do they look on her. Soon we went to a shop where and started searching cloths for her. She started grabbing a few and I showed her a pink one piece, stating that it would go with her. She was standing just in front of me,. I led her down on the sofa, straddling her chest, sliding my cock in between her massive tits, her head facing down with her tongue out, licking the tip everytime. I told her I was going to blow, so she told me to stand up... she wanted it all over her face & tits. I finished myself off with her looking up at me, it didn't take long before I let out a gush of warm cum all over her face & in her mouth, another gush followed, this time over tits! She grabbed my cock and put it back in her mouth. Everybody sort of correctly does the steps, but it comes across stilted and not at all enjoyable. Serena’s opening kisses were like that. She knew the movements, but there was no joy or enthusiasm.We were lying there, side by side on my rickety little bed and I felt like I was with a robot. I stopped, sat up, and pulled her up too. I asked her, “What are you doing?”She replied, “I’m kissing you.”I answered, “No you’re not, you’re just going through the motions.”I could tell I’d hurt her.