I started licking her clit harder and faster. She was keeping her voice quiet, but she was making little noises that told me I was making her feel bet...er than she had ever felt before. I realized I liked eating pussy a lot. The feel of her wet, silky pussy against my tongue, the heat of her cunt, the smell of her hot, young body, and the taste of her girl cream were all wonderful. Best of all were her pleasure sounds, the way she squirmed, and the way her body jerked when she came. It all. “How long will it take us to get there, Eli?”“About seven or eight hours the man said.”“So if we leave at nine, we’ll be there before dark and get hotel rooms,” Rose told them.“Goodness, it will take at least five rooms,” Clarissa said.“I hope they’ll have that many empty rooms close together. I’d hate for us to be scattered all over that big hotel, we’d never find those wild Crow kids,” Rose said.“What was the name of that hotel, Rose?” Eli asked.“The Wyandotte Hotel.”“I need to go back to the. Both theirs and our c***dren had all grown up and left for university’s only paying the obligatory visit when they had run out of cash. Well until Cathy met Lucy (my wife) in the local supermarket on day. Cathy had suggested to Lucy we have a small celebration of the c***dren going off to uni or something Lick that. The evening duly arrived and so did Stephen and Cathy. We insisted on hosting as they were having work done and it seemed so much more sensible. The evening was going nicely with. I was slightly concerned. How easy would it be for Cerys, at her advanced age, to eat and talk? When we met my worries vanished. Cerys was bedridden but as bright as a button and quite capable of managing things for herself. Her sight was failing but otherwise she looked very well. Cerys told Blodwen many things about her family. Blodwen’s father, Iestyn, had been the oldest of the family, born when his father and mother were very young. Cerys was reluctant to say how young until Blodwen.