She pinched her nipples. Fresh, warm milk shot forth and landed on the mirror. "If those were his hands, my milk would land in his mouth."She sobbed. ...f only he were here, he would not only milk her but won't let any thing go to waste. He'd drink till he was full and she was empty.Then they'd reverse roles and she'd put her mouth to his young, thick organ and suck till he released fresh, white milk of his own into her mouth."I love your cum!" she'd whisper."Its your milk that makes my cum so. The cops took her note and had the handwriting analyzed, they interviewed the people at the bank that had given her the money from savings and the cashed out certificate of deposit, but it wasn't until a women named Clara Moore came forward and told them that Cindy had run off with her husband that they final got off my case. The kids were so outraged at what grandma and grandpa had done to me that they refused to have anything more to do with them. In a nice bit of irony Cindy's folks called. Emma increased the pace on my cock telling me she wants my cum all over her face but I had other ideas I took control and done sort of a barrel roll thing and rolled Emma over the toilet bending her over having her pussy and asshole staring me in the face I ran my tongue from her pussy all the way up to her asshole Emma giggled every time my tongue slipped over her asshole I spread her asscheeks wide and probed her asshole with my tongue I pushed as far as I could go an unexpected moan escaped. She spoke up less, deferring to him most of the time. She almost seemed afraid of him.Kevin wasn't afraid of him physically. He had just passed his test as a 4th degree black belt. Besides, Quentin was about five nine and he was six foot one in his stocking feet and out-weighed him by thirty pounds. However, he was a little concerned about his mobster like friends. They appeared to be dangerous.One evening, Kevin came home unexpectedly and was going to his room when he heard noises. He knew.