She was looking at the action as her red/grey pussy lips gripped my dick. On the in thrust, her lips disappeared into her pussy.On my outward pulls, t...e lips showed up again, wrapped around my dick. Grandma started rubbing her left nipple. I leaned over and moved her hand putting her tit into my mouth and sucking on the nipple as my left hand rubbed circles around her right nipple. Then Grandma pulled me on top of her as she lay down, her legs dangling off the side of the bed. She started. ”“You’re so adorable,” he laughed at her.“No I'm not. My classmates are adorable. They are so innocent and sweet looking. None of them has ever had an eight inch rod shoved up their butt. How can I be adorable? All I am is a whore.”“Hey now, you’re a slut, not a whore,” he corrected her.“What’s the difference,” she demanded.“A slut loves sex; a whore loves men and uses sex to get more men.”“I’ve only been with you,” Lori muttered.“Exactly. That means you’re not a whore.”Lori nodded slowly. She. “Aah, your in your high heels!”“Yes, do you like them Dad?”“Look when mum’s not here I’m Dan” he softly said, “ and yes you look wonderful.”“Yes – ok, Dan.” She smiled and sat at the table reading a book.Dan leafed through the paper by the radio.The he got up and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I think I’ll have a glass of sherry young lady,” he announced. “Do you like a sherry shandy?! He asked her.“Oh I don’t know, what’s it like?”“OK you’re about to find out then!” he laughed.She laughed. Not through the Silk Road. With a bit of luck, this time, Pavlo wouldn’t steal his money.Ten years earlier, Las Vegas, Nevada:“Bozhe moi,” Yevgeny Timofeyev cursed after stepping out of the rented box truck. His left leg, numb from hours behind the wheel, wouldn’t support his weight. After steadying himself with the door handle, he scanned the area, hoping no one noticed his slip.Not that speaking Russian was unusual here in America’s “Sin City.” Many of his former compatriots made their homes.