She liked that too, as our tongues fought and entwined together. “Let me up” Brenda said “Are you ok, Brenda?” “Yes, I want to s...ow you something”Brenda stood in front of me undoing her blouse buttons with not a hint what was underneath until she throw open the blouse, “Da Da” “Fuck” was all I could say, it was the last basque I bought Gillian, my wife, “How does it look on me?” she asked “Fantastic”It was only a cheap nylon basque, bought knowing the wife would not get. I allowed the palms of my hands to slide down the sides of her torso as I glided them down to her lower back. The CD was playing softly, a soothing number for sensual massages. My lips turned up in a smile when I heard her murmur a soft “Oh…” as my palms reached their destination. The firmness in her lower back signaled a little more pressure was needed from the hands. I cupped her waist, which fit nicely in my hands, and began to use my thumbs to relieve her stress. The temperature in the room. I was forced to treat someone I didn't think would survive, which almost threatened the entire effort. You should broadcast what happened here as a warning to others about the risks of treating the sickest rather than the healthiest. If this was an inoculation it would be one thing, but for a treatment this brutal, treating someone with only so much time just doesn't make sense."David's sigh was obvious even over the static in the line. "I can relate. Losing someone after working that hard is. As she straddled my body I thought for being over 70 years old, she moved pretty well. With one hand on my cock, she dropped her head and slowly licked the head of my cock. I placed both hands on her ass and gently pulled her pussy down, unto my mouth. My tongue danced around the lips of her pussy as Gramma began to moan. I love the taste of your pussy I groaned. Gramma was now running her tongue down the length of my cock and back up. Right before Gramma engulfed my cock she giggled and.