All his hairs had droplets of sweat on them, sweat droplets were running drown his balls and they dropped on the floor and some went down his legs. I ...tarted touching his sweaty stinky genitals, they were very hot and wet. I put grandpas cock inside my mouth and started to suck it, it tasted really salty, it sort of tasted like really salty bacon and rotten cheese. His cock was very soft, it was like a sponge.I was massaging his dick with my tongue, it started getting a lot harder and bigger,. They had nothing what so ever, no money and no house. Just like they left Mom.” Well, Grand Daughter, is it OK I call you that?” asked Betty, ” you are having my great grand son and you’re the only family I have now. I don’t think my family will like me much now.”” No, I don’t think they’ll like you or me much.” Mom and Grand Mother hugged, laughing.Growing up with Mom was the best, heck, she was a young woman and a kid at heart. She would play with me, do just about anything thing I wanted. It. Jess thought I'd like that stupid fifty shades of bullshit because it's right up my alley. If horrible writing were right up my alley... Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me and all that. It was hard for me to find a guy to play with like that. No one could keep up with my insatiable libido, despite all my looking. I took another long sip of my espresso as my blue eyes glared daggers into my friend. "Never... Again... A third grader could write better smut than. It's not that flashy," I said. Ursus amended to me, It can be, but we haven't yet experimented with magic on this node enough to know what all it can do.Mike handed me their new guitar. It looked good. It had a sunburst finish going from light yellow near the center of the single-cutaway body, through orange, to dark red near the edge, and reddish brown right on the edge and back. Unlike their brother's guitar, which had three single-coil pickups, this one had two twin-coil humbuckers, each.