This is the localised emergency broadcast signal. Asof Three twenty eight...)Kylie and Stephen waited in silence as the automated message repeateditse...f. When the message began repeating for the third time Stephan began topace speaking into the phone as she did so, "Yes Pop, I'm fine. A bitshaken, fuck who wouldn't be, but fine."There was a murmuring from the phone which meant that the person on theother end was saying something. But what it was Stephen's Grandpa was sayingKylie couldn't make. Knowing he was about to be fucked like an object."You wanted me to use your mouth," I hissed, leaning over, brushing my lips over his ear. "And I am."*****To torture him, more, I moved my wet fingers under his nose. I held him still with my other hand, a fistful of hair, and made him inhale my scent. His whimpers sounded like half-sobs of frustration."You want to be licking me, don't you?" I asked. He did not respond, so I tightened my grip and growled, "DON'T YOU?"He nodded, nodded and. I am not sure what I had in mind. I think I just wanted to get away and not deal with you then.I went outside for a smoke.I saw my neighbor outside raking leaves. He is about 70 and a widower. He is a nice man, a retired military officer. "Hey, Herb, would you mind helping me with a project?"I smiled to myself as he replied."Sure." Come over to the house in about 10 minutes, OK?"He smiled and went back to his chores. I walked to the house across the street and knocked. Ed opened the door."Hey. .now, where's the router?" Uh, this way...Gregg," I said, walking toward my small home office."Thank you Mr. Benson," he said, following me.He stepped into my office and I stepped back to watch him work, but mostly watch the best looking young ass I'd seen in ages. It was perfectly shaped, seemingly rock hard, muscular, in his slacks that hugged his butt and long, strong-looking legs. He bent over the router, jiggling and wiggling wires and such. I licked my lips, brazenly feeling my cock in my.