The cold on toes felt strangely comforting like an ice pack on her head the morning after she drank too much. She couldn’t move and eventually fell ...sleep.Nicole opened her eyes. They were blurred. She made out a small boy walking to and fro from one room to the other. She closed her eyes as tight as she could then opened them again. It was fuzzy but much clearer. She saw the boy walk by. No, that wasn’t right.He was an odd looking man with a hunched back, short legs, arms that fell past his. This time, he sang with such feeling and force that tears were being shed by many, men included. When he finished, the applause was positively deafening, and he took Lou in his arms. She wept, unabashedly, against his chest. We'd all felt the power in his voice, and he gently disengaged from Lou to take his bows, Lou's hand still in his.No one wanted it to end, and I was on the front row, then on the stage, recording it. I felt very special and very privileged to have been there, witnessing the. I made her sit there and planted a kiss on her forehead. She held my face and her lips with mine. We started smooching very very passionately and lovingly. I removed the pallu of her saree. She was wearing a deep-cut blouse, giving a perfect cleavage view.I kissed her neck and shoulder blades and licked her cleavage. She got so horny and she started to pull my hair. I scratched on her back. We lost every sense of what we both were doing and just wanted to explore each other!I completely pulled. Grandpa came over to the sofa and pulled me onto his lap and with one hand brushed his hand over my titties, and the other hand was stroking my hair. He kept telling me how I was his good girl, and how proud he was of me. I loved it when Grandpa and I had cuddles like this. I knew he loved me.My uncle and Grandpas friend came back into the lounge with their arms full of various items. I tried to back away – but Grandpa kept me tight.I started to sob, as I just knew that my cunny was going.