Jamie's hand shot up over her belly to push up her crop top sweatshirt to reveal her apple like breasts. As she pulled on her pussy lips with her mout... she squeezed her breasts like an animal. That analogy was a good one as the only sounds in the room were grunts and groans like animals. The two were lost in each other's passion of the moment. Ronnie's face was turned, eyes closed and her mouth curled into a mask that screamed orgasm.Just as she neared orgasm Jamie leaned back and turned Ronnie. How much harm can a rope do anyway? I think. You sit back down and tell me to kneel up to you and get in between your legs. You grab my breasts and begin to caress and play with them, this only makes me wet again. You bring the rope up and start to tie it tight around one and then the other, then around my back and around my breasts again. I'm excited and intrigued at the same time, watching them slowly turn red. They are hard as rocks and look like big water balloons ready to burst! You tell. Often, Art had two or three aides helping him because they were fascinated with watching such an old man cum. They felt his release was a thrilling personal victory and a quirky shattering of taboos. He insisted, of course, that they all let him handle and taste them in the process.Art hadn't told us his NINETY-NINTH birthday was in the week before we called on him the first time. While visiting with him, Art asked to taste and toy with Sue's tiny tits again. She agreed, if HE would undress. I need to talk to your face. Not your back.Miranda gulped again. Then she turned slowly around to face him with her head hanging down. When Jim cleared his throat again, Miranda lifted her chin and stared directly into his eyes. Her cum spattered face was now directly in his line of view. I'm so sorry Daddy. Really, really sorry! Tears were misting in the corner of her eyes.Miranda couldn't believe it when her Dad just smiled and shook his head. That young Marcus fella sure gave my little girl.