When the food was ready, it tasted better to the girls than the most delicious fried chicken or doner kebab had ever done before. Better even than a c...icken chow mein with sweet and sour sauce, or a chicken vindaloo. It was also probably the plainest food they'd ever eaten. No ketchup, vinegar, mayonnaise or even salt. But after such a poor diet to which they'd become accustomed, Sharon and Tracey felt somehow invigorated and energised. And it was clear from the bright sparkle in Tracey's eyes. In the meantime, maybe you can check the gutters and the roof and make sure that there are no leaks, just in case it rains." I proceeded to do the things that she had asked of me and it took most of the day. I put everything away in the shed and thought it was time to go and have a shower and freshen up. As I entered the back door, Gran was in the kitchen preparing dinner. "I'm just going up for a shower Gran, be down in about 10 minutes." "Alright Ian, I will have a drink ready for you, I'm. "She rubbed her clitoris several times in a row, and she used her long middle digit to supply the inside of her vagina with a good fingering. Soon enough she had a steady leak of ooze coming from the walls inside her young twat. It didn't take long for there to be enough grease to use for coating her asshole. She took her hand out from under her pelvis and rubbed her buns with her fingers. Then she returned to the honey-well for more juice. She lay spread-eagle on the bed fingering her cunt and. “There ya go. Like those, too?”“Yes, ma’am.” I reached over and stroked her left nipple. “Oooh. That felt good.”I reached farther over and touched the right one.“That’s good, too.”“I’d love to play with your tits, but at seventy-five miles an hour, I might make you feel good until we end up off the road. Why don’t you let me watch you play with your nipples and The worst that will happen is I cum in my pants. She not only stroked her nipples and turned them hard, but she let me watch her diddle.