As I lay next to her I felt her hand run up my thing and towards my cock. I was all the way hard at this point, but it wouldn't take long to get me th...re. Her hand stroked me as she started to move. Her head was moving towards my cock and I knew where that was going. Her mouth connected with cock and she began to lick and suck me. Watching this 67 year old grandmother suck my cock was a sight to behold. She took my cock deeper in her throat as she continued to blow me. I was trying my hardest. She scrabbled at the rock behind her, but fingers desperate for the door handle found nothing; spinning around, she moaned as she realised that the wall behind her had become the same rough, solid rock. She span again, unwilling to move, desperately scanning the dark space for some sign of a way out; only the way directly ahead seemed to offer refuge: a dark opening a least signified a recess in the wall. The warmth of the cave, for that was all the space could now be said to be, had continued. " I opened my eyes to see that his pants were off and he only had his underwear on. "Justin, you want to see a show?" Kenneth said biting his lips. "Yes!" Kenneth rumaged in his desk and closet. He pulled a box of condoms from his closet, which looked really used and a bottle of lubrication that i've never see before from his desk. He then went out of his room and came back with a bottle of oil. "What's that stuff for?" "Just watch" Kenneth said. He began to spread oil all around his body which. I wasn’t complaining. It was when he started to tease me that I complained, but this didn’t bother him, he positioned himself at the entrance of my tight, soaking pussy and looked me deep in the eyes. I was rubbing my fingers between my pussy lips harder now, the memories were so strong, I could feel the tension building. I ran one finger around the entrance to my pussy hole, it was tight but wet. I thrust one finger deep inside myself as I remembered how he had looked into my eyes, deeply as.