He'd just tap his nose with his wrinkled finger, not say a word then wink. End of.Ben could tell his Grandads health was in decline, he was getting sl...w, struggling to breath & some days didn't get out of bed.One Saturday morning he came downstairs to make them breakfast as usual & he wasn't there. He searched the house. Gone. All that remained was a letter on the table & a small watch box.Ben sat at the table to read the note.'Dear Ben, i love you but the shitty British weather is fucking. One fine day I started conversing with her, as I was really bored at that time, I have tried to tell u guys in a convo like we talkedFaz: anna (brother)Me: don’t call me anna (brother)Faz: y anna (bro), u are one year elder than meMe: please Faz don’t call me bro, I don’t like it (I was little tensed)Faz: to which she asked me to tell the reasonMe: I said, you are so sexy and beautiful, I can’t bare it (nee romba alga iruka alaga irukra ponnunga annnau koopta enaku kastamma iruku)Faz: do u have. She took me into a room with 3 attractive women, all undressed, as was I. My assignment was to listen to them explain how they felt in a society dominated by men, especially sexually aggressive men. The first, Amanda, was a thin, pretty college student with petite breasts (I obviously had an unencumbered view). She talked about how all her life she was self-conscious about her small breasts. How men would quickly check her over, then turn away to look at someone else better endowed. And. The vibrating bullet has ceased to vibrate so I assume the battery has run down while we slept, but the bulb inserted in my still soaking wet pussy still feels hard and fabulous. We're still spooning and Hank is still in a deep slumber. As I assess the situation I'm torn between trying to slowly pull my cock out of Hank's butt without waking him and go start my day...or maybe I should start fucking him a little and see where it leads...As I contemplated, Hank's butt began to push back against.