Suddenly I take my fingers away, and she lets out a sound of distress.“Don't worry” I say, smiling and sucking her juices off my finger. “I have...something even better planned for you.”And with that I slide her panties off completely. She's now fully naked, and I soak her up slowly scanning her up and down.I lean back up to kiss her on the mouth, and then slowly trail kisses down to her tits, each of wich I place in my mouth and suck on one at a time. She is moaning and making little mewling. "I'll talk to her right now." Mrs. Gray said crisply. She stood and went down the hall to the room that had been converted to a bedroom when Gram had become invalided.After a few minutes, she opened the door and beckoned to us to join her.My Grandmother lay in her raised hospital bed. Her frame seeming small beneath the blanket. She was awake and looking at us. Her skin was pasty hued, looked as thin as parchment. Her fingers trembled as she held them out to Betsy. "It's good to see you. With my long hand I broke between the straps of her backpack and put my hand on her crotch, then grabbed a swollen piece of meat in her panties, which was burning from the heat. It took me a second or two to realize how hot her pussy was. I felt that my jacket was all wet from the juices that were literally pouring down her bare thighs.And she burned like me. I felt. Peas of sweat at the root of her hair above her beautifully shaped forehead slid all over her cheeks and mixed somewhere with. Your sister ... um ... peeking into that window over there." He pointed to the kitchen window in the north wall."He threw me on the ground!" wailed Sunny.The cop didn't flinch. "She gave me a little trouble when I approached her. She tried to run. I had to tackle her." Beast!" howled Sunny."You can leave her here with us if that's all right," said Bob.The policeman peered at him. "Are you Mr. Winkle? Bob Winkle?" he asked."Yes," said Bob.The cop shoved Sunny into the room and let her go. He.