MY HANDS ARE ROAMING HER CHEST, HER NIPPLES ARE ALREADY ROCK HARD.I WORK MY KISSES DOWN HER NECK TO HER EAR AND WHISPER THAT I'M GOING TO LOVE HER PUS...Y THE WAY SHE DID MINE. SHE GIGGLES AND PUSHES MY HEAD TO HER NIPPLES. I TRACE HER NIPS WITH MY TONGUE, FLICKING MAKING THEM HARDER THAN EVER. SHE PULLS MY HEAD HARD ON HER, WANTING ME TO SUCK THEM, LIKE A BABY SUCKING ITS MOMMA'S MILK.I WAS SURPRISED THAT WHILE I WAS SUCKING HARD, HER MILK DID COME IN MY MOUTH. AT FIRST IT WAS WEIRD, BUT I. His eyes! Tori thought that perhaps she could drown in the deep golden-brown richness of his eyes, and the tinges of grey over his temples caused her to wonder about the age of this charming but enigmatic man. ‘How old are you?’ Tori asked suddenly, surprised at herself for asking such a question, as he buttered a piece of bread he had torn from the dark, warm loaf that had been placed between them. ‘Forty-three.’ he replied cheerfully as he decisively bit the morsel of bread that he had. In fact, had I tried to tug and pull on the labia lips of any other woman the way I did hers, I would have been causing them serious harm. Gran just continued to moan and coo encouragingly for me to not stop! When she finally came, a wash of fluids spilled out of her and into my mouth and across my face. “Switch me places Pat! You have to experience this boys tongue! I swear he touches places I didn’t know existed!” Gran crawled off of my face and I smiled as I saw both how wet and. The main floor contained all the living, eating, and entertaining areas, including a large added on den that my father had built. Though the property surrounding the place was still substantial at just over three acres, at one time during the civil war, it had once operated as a small plantation, a summer home in fact for the people who'd originally owned this place in addition to another (somewhat famous one) further south."Well, I was just coming out of my room, thought I'd head downstairs.