He laughed too, a little bit, and picked up the handcuffs, deciding to take the risk.“Okay. But next time, you’re the one wearing these.”“Of c...urse. I’d love to. But you know that already.” Her brown lips, winked into a quick smile then she was up and heading for the bedroom, handcuffs and blindfold swinging by her hip. As he watched her little ass walking away she threw over her shoulder, “Get naked and come join me… Bitch.”They shared a big bed with a wrought iron frame that was perfect for a. ." Ronni said, bringing me back to earth for a moment. I really didn't know what to do, buy both, buy just one, buy neither? The latter seemed out of the question. I was going to get at least one of these items, maybe both. "To really appreciate the full effect of those you should probably wear a nice short skirt. Do you have a nice short skirt that'll go well with that,' he asked as my will power slowly overcame financial prudence. "A skirt? No, I only have panties and, well, I don't. It’s so soft,” he moaned into my ear. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.” He lowers his mouth to my cunt and pulls aside my panties. His tongue licks over my folds and laps in between my cunt lips. Grandpa’s lips work over my clit sucking. His tongue swirls around my sensitive bud making me moan. He moans delighting in the taste of my pussy.The old man finished tasting me. He moved back up to face me and he kissed me. I taste myself on his lips. It made my cunt wet and ache with need. He. To which she said “Rahul and bhabhi are busy in their own life and don’t care much about me, mom only loves kids and her health is major problem. I wish dad was alive.”I tried a lot to console her but she went on crying for next 15 minutes. Atlast I got up and sat next to her and caressed her back and cheeks in the manner an adult does to their younger ones. After about 30minutes of crying she was tired and looked pale but was sober and had stopped crying. I gave that glass of water to her and.