I was rewarded with a slightly sweet tasting secretion. Almost the taste of breast milk. “Oh god!” she moaned. I moved to her right breast and did...the same thing, with the same result. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop ever”. She began to moan and writhe on the couch, her hips making little rocking motions. My heart was pounding. The sight of her in such ecstasy made my now hard dick even harder. All I could think of was giving this beautiful woman more and more pleasure. Pleasure that. Could he do any less than to make use of the information? He pulled her to him, delivering a kiss to her cupids bow lips. He kissed her eyelids and her cheeks, moving to her lips once more, this time inserting his tongue into her mouth to touch their tips together lightly. He kissed her chin and her neck, caressing her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. They were harder now, than before. He allowed his hands to move about her body, exploring it in minute detail. They went around to. She was there laid next to me on her back as my hand stroked her plump belly, I gave her a nice wet kiss then fondled her big breasts, licking her nipples, she was so excited, I could tell when I slid my hand down under those lovely cotton knickers to her pussy, she was wet as hell, I always though old ladies were dry down there but my Gran was really wet as I tweaked her clitoris and slid my finger in mmmmmm, my cock was throbbing like hell, I had a nice lick of her pussy over her knickers. Even if she bothered to ask herself, she couldn’t have truly explained it, but she had the oddest feeling that somehow she might find some answer to the questions a meeting with Mr. Tall-feather hadn’t answered. It was a sorry looking place, most of the vegetation around was dead and decayed or dying. The smell was overwhelming and in defense and needing to breathe both her and Bull tied scarves over their mouths and noses. It didn’t completely filter out the stench but it made it easier on her.