"Give your ole' Gran a kiss," she told me. And I did. Kissing Gran wasn't a hardship either. And as far back as I can remember, we'd always kissed on ...he lips, never just the cheek. And even kissing her on the lips wasn't one of those pucker up and smooch-noise kind of kisses either. She kissed. Which was something that always made me wonder what she might have been like when she was my age. Gran had soft sensual lips, and when she pressed them against yours, you knew you'd just been kissed by. As I opened the door. she was lying on the bed in black bra and panty. How did she knew I love the black bra. Her extra large sized boobs were coming out of the bra. She had put on dark red lipstick. Oh God! I hate lipstick but she was looking like a desi Indian Slut. As she was my senior I hesitated a bit when I saw her but she pushed me on the bed, came closer to my ear and said “today I’m your whore, fuck me way you want to fuck your girlfriend that she don’t allow “. 1 thing for sure –. The Sentinel carried a front page story quoting the CEO of the trucking firm that their employee driving that vehicle loaded with steel bars was an exemplary driver, accident free and had been the victim of a vehicle approaching the intersection so fast he’d no chance of avoiding the collusion. Duncan Bycroft refused to accept that ‘garbage’ claim. He engaged a top defense team for Harry that included a highly-regard vehicle accident investigation specialist. The specialist proved to the. As he pulled the needle back out, he lined up a nipple ring and slid it in the hole. He did the same thing for her other nipple then crouched down to sterilize and clamp her clit. She looked down at him with her tear streaked face and sobbed questioningly Master? as if begging him to stop. He simply looked up at her and said sternly I own you. and returned to his work, mercilessly clamping her clit in the same manner as her nipples and driving the needle through. She hung on the cross and.