I love to be held like that, hands gripping and guiding me. I felt like I was on fire as he entered me. He bounced me on his lap, his dick filling me ...ith every thrust. I leaned my head back and shivered. “Wanna go to my room?” he asked in a husky tone. I nodded and held his hand as we got up off of the couch. I pulled his pants the rest of the way down and slid to my knees to help out his feet. I found myself at eye level with his full-mast, anchors away dick, and leaned forward and licked it. He had looked over at the young woman spontaneously through the trip. Her beautiful features struck him. Not that she was ignorant of his presence either. A smoke figure appeared next to him,, some similarities to the Greek Messager god, Hermes. Thin, with soft, if not boyish features, but an above average sized phallic erect, pushing his clothing off. The figure disrobed, revealing that the wings on the smoke figures ankels where attached not to the Greek style shoes, but to his legs. In a. I was too busy just trying to stay on my feet. Grammy was humping my boney ass and looking back on it, she was probably grinding her clit on my tailbone. All I knew then was my legs felt like rubber and she was banging her hips into me hard enough that I had to reach out and lean on the walls of the shower or I she would have knocked me to the ground. Standing that way, with my butt pushed back into her I heard my Grammy moan and then the water turned warm as it ran down my legs as she held me. .." she whispered to her bathroom mirror before getting into the steamy shower, leaning her head against the tile wall...-----------------------------------------------------Michael leaned his head on the tiled wall of his shower, the hot water cascading down his body. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't stop thinking about Darceline, that girl...that PROSTITUTE, he had met the night before. She was so beautiful... sure, her raccoon-like make-up was a bit messy, and her hair was a rat's.