{I think this girl may be just what we need.}We went into the room she indicated. There were two women in the room. One had to be nearly a hundred yea...s old. She was senile, but her brain was still functioning. The other was a young black girl in her late teens or early twenties.{Sharon, would you object to being a black woman?} I asked.{Not unless I thought it would bother you,} she said.{Honey, it's you I love. I don't care what color of body you're in. You know from being in rapport with me. It took me back for a second as I asked, “Wow, what brought on that?”“I’m just glad you are here Grandpa Joe. I like it when you are here and I just wanted to show it that’s all,” she grinned as she retrieved her shovel.“Well, I’m glad to be here with you also, now, where can I find another shovel?” I asked, setting down my coffee and spitting on my hands.I began to pick up the old stuff with another shovel that I found hanging from a nail on the wall and I was soon pushing the full wheel. She dressed and helped Dave with cleaning the windscreen.Dave pulled out of the caravan park at 8:45 am, commencing the long journey along the Victoria Highway. He still hadn't convinced Jill to drive the RV, so he planned to make sure that every two hours he pulled over for at least a ten to fifteen minute break.In the end, his first stop wasn't until just on two and a half hours later at Victoria River Crossing, some 194 kilometres west of Katherine. The settlement itself was little more than. He was giving her everything. She couldn't hold out, her stomach and thighs clenched, her moans became long howls, she flicked her clit mercilessly and came. He pulled out with a spray of her juices. He inched forward on his knees and she took his cock into her mouth again. He tasted of her own pussy, she loved that flavour more than she dare admit. She carried on where he had left off, putting her fingers in her cunt, easily now he had spread her wide. She was dimly aware how sore she was and.