Ginger handed a red drink in a highball glass to Bailey. ‘Here. Give it a try. I’m sure you’ll love it.’ Bailey smelled the drink. It seemed ... little girly for her, with a fruity, raspberry smell. She liked dry and hard. Still, she sipped experimentally. No alcohol taste, but she felt warmth slide down her throat. It would probably do. ‘That’s not bad,’ she said. ‘Oh, we know,’ Ginger smiled. ‘Let’s mingle.’ The three walked around, sipping their drinks and stopping to chat with people that. Enti..?Me: adi ante…….. Ade aunty………Aunty: edi…..? Undu talupulu mustanu. Evaraina vastaru. Ippudu cheppu… Adi ante… ?Me: maa amma, uncle dengichu kuntaaru.Aunty: chi chi…. Neeku ela telusu…?Me: nenu chusanu.Aunty: mari nuvvu em chestavu appudu…?Me: em cheyyanu aunty. Adi chusi nidrapotanu.Aunty:mari neeku badha kalagada..Me: avunu. Aunty naaku chaala badha kaluguthundi.Aunty: badha deniki, nee istame kada. Mari nuvvu andukane gaa blue films chustaavu.Me: no aunty. E vishayam evvaritho. Up his torso to his chest , up his neck and back down he felt these soft lips. His eyes clinched tight to bring climax to this pleasure. Slowly he felt a hand reach down to his slowly expanding cock. It grasped around it squeezing, tugging, stroking up and down. As this set of lips made its way down. His cock began to pulsate at the thought of getting blown.Charlie scooted down laying flat on the bed. He was in position to fully enjoy this experience. He then felt a mouth sliding along his. Rushbury he knew was his mother'smaiden name but he didn't know a Joanne, then it struck him, it must behis grandmother's name. Apparently she had lived with his parents untilshe died, a year or so before he was born. Intrigued, he opened it andfound it was a confirmation letter for his grandma's placement at a Carehome some 20 miles away from here. Mystery! John had not realised she wasin a Care home. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins.