The lips separate from my flesh. Sliding across the tip, his tongue gathers my salty emission which is leaking from me. Hot breath surrounds the glans... and again the lips close around the rim of from my pulsating cock head. His tongue dances across the velvety pink flesh for a moment before the lips, slide across the tip once again pressing the tip into my cock tube, only stopping to nibble for a moment at the pink top again. Oh another finger teases inside as I leak more and his hot breath. " She stepped back. "Let me look at you. God you're a sight for sore eyes. How long has it been? When did you get back? Oh shit! It's good to see you. Coffee?" Without waiting for any answers to any of the questions she called to Tom, the young man. "Get us a couple of cups of coffee will you Tom? Oh and Tom, he may be a copper but first of all he is my friend, yeah I know some really disreputable people, he comes in whenever he wants. Ok?"We did the catch up bit, and as usual with Jacky it was. He loves playing pool with his mates and ... I feel a bit left out sometimes...”Her voice trailed off wistfully. I couldn’t help wondering whether her tone of voice was slightly contrived, to be honest.“I reckon he’d be surprised – and delighted – if I could have a game of pool with him!” she enthused.It seemed pathetic to find further excuses. Besides, I was finding it arousing to be alone with her, and the thought of being with her longer was very appealing. On the other hand, I was afraid of. Since my house owner is not in India, the house key was with the Brahmin family who lives in the same complex.My house owner gave me the number of the Brahmin grandmother and asked them to stay in touch. Guys, I would like to say that this grandmother is my heroine in this sex story who was 72 years old that time but maintained good shape with wrinkles and saggy boobs. Initially, I just used to smile when I meet them hi and bye sorts but one day there was a fight with the Brahmin family and.