I still didn't feel enough that I wanted to cum, though. It was like watching her pleasure herself was more fun than my own completion.There was an "O... fuck, Gramps!" and some rhythmic high pitched noises, and her eyes closed, but then they opened and she started going all over again."I could get used to this, Gramps," she sighed."I hope you do," I said, breathing deeply.Then she was off again, working up to those high pitched sounds that are so hard to describe, but which are the supreme sign. A couple of "Nahs" came from some in the group."Ok you guys!! Hey Miley call me tonight!!" Carol White making a cell phone gesture with her hand."I will!!" smiled Miley.Carol left McDonalds and crossed the road. On the other side of the road was her Math teacher Ms Smolensk. Ms Natasha Smolensk was an attractive Russian woman with pale complexion, short red head, round face, small nose, slim body and sky blue eyes."What is it with you American kids??" asked an annoyed Natasha Smolensk."Hi Ms. I told him all about my life, where I worked, and where I lived. He seemed interested. "It's working. I'm going to have him under my thumb. Pretty soon, he'll be buying my groceries every week," I thought.Meanwhile, I was getting more and more lightheaded from the lack of food. Even giddy. It felt a bit like being drunk without drinking. My body was struggling but my brain felt light. As I entered his house, I thought about the sexy looks I'd give him to manipulate him. Soon, he'd be giving me. I went in and I wanted everything to happen slowly so we sat down and I took out whiskey and we had some pegs with ice and smoked some cigarettes and started talking a bit about personal life and she told me about her hubby his business and it made her lonely and it made her starve for sex due to which she wanted me to help her. This is very important for every mail to fulfil his female sexually or else it leads to complications and you have to fulfil her properly.Slowly we got close and she.