And it's all for you."And then Esmerelda was licking my bare titties with her tongue. God, it was so long and warm! It made my nipples stand up hard. ...nd Oh! My! God! My nipples began squirting milk! I am not shitting you! If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'! Milk was just squirting out and dripping down my tits, and Esmerelda, and then Grampa started licking up my milk! I felt Grampa's fingers join Esmerelda's in between my pussy lips. I reached over with one hand and started stroking Grampa's beautiful. ”“True. What did you want to talk about?”“Liz,” I said.“With Jocelyn at your side? Why do you need moral support, Mikhail Petrovich?”I took a deep breath, “Because of what I know about Liz’s boyfriend.”“Spit it out, Mister,” Mom said sternly.“Mom, come sit down at the table. Please.”“I’m not going to be happy, am I?”I shook my head, “No, you won’t be. I’m certainly not.”The three of us sat down at the table on the patio, with Jocelyn moving her chair to sit close enough to me to take my. ” she murmured quietly It is a word that she was forbidden to say most of her adult life, and when she said it I could hear in her voice that it was something that she needed to say ... to be politically incorrect. I thought I saw my opening. I had established in all our chatting, that she was a rural vicar’s daughter and to add complications, black people were an eye boggling rarity to be seen in the rural Wiltshire villages where we’d enjoyed an idyllic infancy.Nowadays blacks are everywhere. Soon, his face was planted on her pussy. Her pleasure quickly became unbearable. Hearing her moans and cries of joy, he reached up for her hands and held them. Kissing, licking and sucking, she couldn’t help herself and let out the most exquisite sound. He released their hands as he cupped her beautiful ass, eating her pussy like he was devouring watermelon after days in the desert. Her juices dripped down his chin. She arched her back up with his tongue working so well and feeling so.