Why was she upset aboutGrandma now?Grandma had been dead for at least two years. She died on afamily holiday to Majorca, and she had been buried in a ...eautifulhillside cemetery with little fuss. The only mourners were her friendsand fans from the cabaret bar on the seafront. The trip to Majorca hadbeen arranged as a reunion of her old friends from the supper clubs andnightspots of 70's London, when Grandma had been an up and coming youngtorch singer, calling herself Kitty LaBeaux. Sadly, her. I glanced about the floor bathed in blue lights, looking for a way to take her out of this to let her cry to me without the unnecessary audience. Again, I felt another wave in my chest. I looked down at her in my arms and I knew taking her somewhere private was the last thing she wanted. She looked up to me, her eyes red and raw. ‘Can you, I want you…to take away my pain please.’ She stuttered through her request of me not realizing the seriousness of her request. I stared into her brown eyes,. She continued to press my tongue to her throbbing clit and I continued to pleasure her. Once again she thrust hard to my hot mouth and arched her back as I pinched her nipples. Collapsing on the bed she said, ‘Oh God! Please stop! I don’t have the strength to cum again.’ Laughing, she pulled me to her face and kissed my mouth with passion, tasting the mixture of our juices. I held her to me and rolled us over, placing her on top so I could caress her bottom and thighs, as she kissed and stroked. It mattered not to me at this point as both girls were tight as hell and both would undoubtedly be a fun fuck. Whatever they lacked to this point in skills, was definitely overcome with an eagerness to learn, and fast. Piper was the first to speak up as she began stroking my cock back to its stiffness saying, “I am ready to fuck this cock and I am first for two reasons, one it is my birthday, and two it is my house.” CeCe said, “That’s fine, but I get to lick that little clit of yours while you.