...Oldie is really enjoying herself....fingers are fingering herself and also her other had is busy on molly's clit...."I love your dark brown cock......it looks great" Oh thank you so much....too kind...." and with that molly and oldie are sharing my cock like its a chocolate ice cream....i am sitting back squeezing my bum cheeks because the sensation of two horny mouths on my cock is really sensitive and the only ways to express that are to moan and squeeze your bum....molly has my ass in her. On the right was Grandma’s name, but only her birth date.I smiled at my grandmother. “Sure you wanted to do that, Grandma? What happens if you meet another fellow?”“Oh, my God! That’s all I need! You men aren’t worth the trouble!” she laughed. Of course, the next thing she did was kiss her great-grandsons on the cheek.“Pastor, maybe you could say something, a prayer, whatever?” I asked.Pastor Russ led us in the Lord’s Prayer, and then gave a prayer for both Grandpa and Jack. I knelt and cut up. I kneeled towards him with my ass hanging in the air.I held his dick tall, to go lick on all of his dick. I licked all the way upwards, feeling the thin pointed nerves passing through the inner region his erection. I spitted on his dick, took it fully in my mouth out of the wetness all over the top. I started to give him the sucking of his life. Tushar closed his eyes out of pleasure, while I kept working on his dick. Tushar explored his hand all over my back. I continued to suck on his. The patterns were becoming clearer in my mind. As Martha sat across from me and ate her salad I found myself staring at her, at Martha, at mother, father, teacher, staring less as Steven but more as Speedy the dependent, obedient boy. At Martha, the anima, at Carl Jung's Terrible Mother; at her devastating erotic power. At... She said, "Why are you staring at me like that?"I blinked. "Sorry." You have such a look on your face." She chewed and then wiped her lips. "So what kept you busy today?.