To be honest I am so turned on, my own orgasm won’t be far away. Greg’s mouth moves down to bite and suck my breasts as he screws me even harder, ...sing his strong arms and legs to keep me pinned in place. I hear his breath shorten and feel his legs tremble, I know he’s about to come, so I rub my clit harder up and down furiously, feeling the familiar rush of orgasm about to wash over me. His face muscles clench and he grunts loudly and I know he’s coming, spilling his creamy seed deep inside. "Oh yes."She smiled and ran a finger over his nipple, letting the nail drag gently over the tip. He inhaled sharply."I am glad you are so..." She paused and looked down at his cock, then back at him."... pleased" she said. As she smiled down at him the doorbell rang. He frowned slightly and then smiled again."I guess we'll have to pretend you aren't home." He said. Clara chuckled."Now that would just be rude now wouldn't it." She turned and walked slowly towards the door, her beautiful round. Except for hairstyle and clothing, she looked exactly the same in each photograph.He continued the display, looking over the actions he himself had instigated.[June 30, 2060: Electronic surveillance initiated re: Jake Pestova][July 7, 2060: Electronic surveillance initiated re: Frank Tabor][Cross-reference all entries to Security File ‘Jake Pestova’.][Oct 1, 2060: Pestova retirement plan approved. Construction to begin during last year of service.][Unknown infrared and electromagnetic activity. So that afternoon, while Michael was busy calling on parishioners, or making hospital visits, or getting laid, whatever, Granny and I snuggled up in her bed, munching each other's carpeting, making each other cum. And cum. And cum. Too bad you guys can't cum so often. Ha ha ha. Shit, it's too bad for both of us.But while that took care of my pussy for the time being, thank you, Granny, it did nothing for my brain. I was still seething; Michael was going to have to be punished somehow. My first.