While in his arms, I can feel anxious; my heart is beating like crazy, and I wonder if Grampa can hear it. Once inside his room, he lays me down on th... bed. In my mind I’m wondering if we should be doing anything, because I hear momma’s words echoing inside my head. I can remember her telling me not to let any man touch my private area. I think for a bit about it then shake that idea out of my head and tell myself, ‘This is Grampa, he makes me feel very special, and that can’t be wrong.’. Sorry ladies. I’m not going anywhere near those hard, fat nipples of hers or the dark growing wet spot between her now widely spread legs.I slowly let the belt retract until I only needed to give it a firm tug, from above her shoulder, to be sure it was tight. Then I had one hand on the back of the seat as I used the other to lean if back far enough that the cold pack could stay on her face without her needing to hold it in place. As I was about to put it on her forehead our eyes locked again.. .. I know you love Chopin, right?"My mother smiled a bit. "Yes. He's one of my favorite composers." Do you remember Amy Grant, the girl who played the piano in the jazz band last year?"My mother nodded. "Cute girl," she said. "She seemed very shy when we went to see you after the Christmas performance." She's going to be featured doing an adaptation of Chopin's Prelude in C Minor during the talent show in a few weeks." Really?" She loves classical music, but we're also teaching her jazz and. Going back down on her knees after she stopped kissing him and he stopped sucking on her tits, i watched as she licked his shaft from top to bottom, circled her tongue around his cock head and then took it all in her mouth. For the next few minutes and more I could her sucking his cock, the smacks and slurping as she worked over his cock. "Feel good?" I asked him. "Fuck yeah" he stated. "Avis, tell him what you are" I said next and with that, Avis stopped sucking for a minute, looked up at the.