Her pussy was tasting so good too. Lashonda said,’ Ohhhhh, just like that, I love your finger in my ass, now lick my clit, owwwwww, now lick my ass,...that’s it. God I love sucking your dick, you taste so good, I want to taste your cum, oooooow, I can taste your precum. But I don’t want you to bust yet, no I need it inside me first’ I was saying,’Damn, and your freaky too, you are my dream girl, Damn, you like my finger in your ass, I like it too.’ Lashonda said,’oooowww, you want me to lick. “Mmm”, she moaned, “that feels good, please don’t stop”. I saw her hand moving between her thighs. “Grandma, what are you doing down there with your hand?” I asked her. “This is what a woman does to make herself feel good. See.” And she slipped her hand inside my panties and fondled my tiny clitoris. I got this tingling feeling down there and started grinding on her thigh. She encouraged my grinding on her by holding me and rocking me back and forth. I became more and more excited and just. The man is leaving now and I am drawn to follow like a whelp of a ghost. “Have you ever been there?” I ask after him and he stops, sitting in a chair lining the wide hospital hallways. Sitting beside him my elbow resting on my knee face in hand I listen intently to any information he could give me. “It goes like this, or at least it did when I was up for my statement : You stand before them like in a courtroom trial, and they ask you questions about life, and about your life in particular. And. Grove. We both like the same kind of women. The more curves, the better. “Any chance you can have it back by tomorrow?” she said. “I’m pretty sure I can have it running by tomorrow.” I said.We both followed behind Mrs. Grove. As she walked through the small 2 car garage. She left the side door open, as she showed us around. She had a few family pictures on the wall. They were just her and her husband. He was a short skinny guy, with a bad toupee on. Craig laughed as we both pointed at.