Then turned her and started rubbing the throbbing knob at the door of her now hell hot choot she was shivering in ectasy and desire…and asked me wil... it pain sohail ..i said a little bit but this pain to is a pleasureable.I then applied some more sliva at her slit and took the position and after adjusting started smooching her tiny breast and kissing her lips and during this interval I gave a slight jerk to my cock which entered in the love tunnel about one inch and she started screaming but I. Her tongue snakes out and I feel its tip wet against me, feel it slide across, feel it lapping at my startled body, feel it licking me clean, tasting, savouring, luxuriating in the thick, sticky beautiful cum that he so kindly deposited across my chest. My cum; which I have worked so hard for, which I coaxed from his unwilling cock, that I was going to let soak into my skin so that the smell of him would be with me all day. She is stealing my cum.I stroke her hair and let my fingers tangle. Then granny said "you do not have to use pictures, I can always model for you, the real thing is always better." Then she lifted her shirt just enough to show her neatly trimmed pussy. "Thanks granny, I will keep that in mind." I said feeling very awkward. I did not masturbate again for several days. I just could not knowing granny knew what I was up too. Finally granny asked me if I was okay and I told her I was. But she knew better. Finally she asked if I had masturbated, it was not good. I just didnt know what to say to him now when I seen him. I wondered if he would tell Tara. I didnt want her to think I was some kind of freak who liked to watch The image was burnt into my mind. I laid in my bed and came twice more that night from thinking about him. The next morning as I was making breakfast. He came quietly walking out of her bedroom with a big kool-aid smile across his face. Rough night huh. He replied sneaking up behind me. I was so startled I almost dropped the plate of.