Grandmother had widened a bit but still had the soft skin and the elfin nose and the large eyes of my mother, though hidden behind tortoise shell glas...es. She still resonated beauty. Tall and thin with a tanned face carved by deep lines and a long white narrow beard and bushy mustache, he reminded me of Don Quixote. Freed at last from the guilty burden of cuckolding, the lifted restraints refreshed their lengthy affair. Like honeymooners, they exuded the emotional warmth of newly minted. “Now let’s return the favor.”This time all of the men moved around behind the woman who had just finished sucking him off and Adam was treated to the sight of a bald young pussy, spread open, dripping wet. He dropped to his knees and happily glued his mouth to her quim, sticking his tongue right up into her, tasting her juices. As he sucked her pussy, his thoughts were on Keri, knowing how wet she must be and how much she loved having her pussy sucked. He wished he could just watch as she. He told me the car was in a garage in Pussy and I had no idea.So he told me; It's close to Geneva, he said, Pussy is a small village in the commune of La Léchère in the Savoie département of France. It is situated on the eastern slope of Mont Bellachat above the left bank of the Isère, 9 km northwest of Moûtiers.And, naturally I wanted to know how it got there and he informed me that it was more or less right where he had wrecked it."The Monte Carlo doesn't race there," I said."My co got lost. Hmm. I got it now!But why this model? It looked a lot bigger to me! What was the advantagethis particular model had over the one my mother used? I would ask Gracelater. I looked up at the rearview mirror and Grace looked like she wasgoing to bust a gut trying not to laugh out loud! She finally broke and letout a series of giggles. Nobody but Grace and I heard a thing. My mother andHarriet were still lost in their own words.The box was empty now and I quickly put everything back in as we arrived.