" But if you ask him, and we take Henry and Lou with us, it should befine. It'd be like a school field trip, right?"Raul grins down at her, rubbing he... head. "Okay, Raul ask, maybe he sayyes. You enjoy meal. Lemon broiled tuna, asparagus soup, your bread,Caesar salad. Everything perfect!" Sounds wonderful Raul! I can't wait. Haven't eaten all day!"He laughs, waves goodbye, opens the door to the kitchen hall and walksout, whistling. I've never seen him so happy."What was that about?" I ask."What. ‘Nannie’s sick, son.’ She told me through a veil of tears. Nannie was my grandmother. I don’t have too many clear memories of her. My childhood was very stressful and distraught at times, so some memories that I wish were clear to me are not. When I think of my Nannie I have a very clear image of her sitting in a faded white rocking chair on the front porch of her tiny little Tallassee house. Her hair was mostly dark, shot with silver and grey in places. I believe that every time we visited. If she had enough to drink she would not resist & start massaging his cock & at times even pull it out of his pants start jacking him off or sucking him. She would guide his fingers into her cunt & he would start finger fucking her, feeling her tits etc. They would get each other pretty worked up & of course I was too from watching them.For the most part that is all that would happen as Al still had this thing about being friends with his wife, she would play around a little bit, but stop short. Electricity races through her. Her clit is on fire. Her pussy burns, her ass is so full. She bites into the gag, her jaw feeling stiff and locked. Even the soreness feels good now. It enhances the sensations. She's feeling so much at once, she can hardly contain herself. If only she could touch herself, run her hands down her creamy thighs, cup her heaving breasts, if only... It's coming again, she pulls, and the clamps pull, she grinds her hips as hard as she can against the soaked chair. The.