And as far as she was willing to evince a reaction, I got some. I discovered that she didn’t like being touched even in the most impersonal way, did...’t like shouting, if I reacted in a typically male manner to some football game on the TV she left the room in a hurry, and wouldn’t return, sometimes for hours. She also adored flowers, would spend hours arranging them, and would make herself scarce whenever the telephone or the doorbell rang. I have few friends of the variety that like to ‘drop. “Now, aren’t you glad you brought me along?” Di said full of herself.“Not everyone will want to talk like he did. That’s why we have the process. Two more people before we head to El Dorado.”From there, we traveled to my mom’s mother, Georgia Martha Thomas-Jefferson, who had outlived her husband and children. She was about 88 years old, and I hoped still stout enough to remember at least some info we can follow up on, somewhere else.After a knock on the door, I said, “Grandma Georgia, it’s me,. She held his head in her hands and began to talk dirty to him. She suddenly realized that for the first time in her life she was acting like a a whore.“Fuck me like a whore,” she hissed.“Oh yes madam,” he husked. “You are a whore….my whore, aren’t you?”“Yesssss!”“You like having your cunt filled with a cock, don’t you?”“Oh, fuck yes Mohit!”“You want my seed in your cunt, don’t you?”“Oh, please…” she begged. “Fill me with your seed.” His seed could very well make her pregnant but suddenly she. I’m panting and gasping as my hips work in unison with my fingers building my arousal.I feel the familiar tightening in my tummy and start to speed up my fingers on my clit involuntarily gasping in pleasure as I get ready for my orgasm to wash over me.“Tina, don’t be so shy… are you getting ready to cum like a slutty school girl. Tell your audience that you’re ready to cum for them!” Eddie instructs from somewhere off to the side. In my peripheral vision I see Eddie set something down by my.