I was just glad she had not seen or felt anything during our embrace. She looked at my shirt. “Oh no, I have got makeup all over your shirt.”“It...is fine Judy, it's nothing a little soap and water won't handle.”“Nonsense, take if off, I will wash it and I am not going to take NO for an answer.”“Yes ma’am,” I smiled as I pulled my shirt over my head. “Oh my, a gentleman and a hottie, that ex of yours must have been crazy to leave you.”I smiled at her compliments, “She had her reasons I. . to clean my blouse.Grandma said, "It's easier if you stand up Helen."So, Helen stood up, anticipating some fun.Her father licked her right side and her grandpa the left side, both simultaneously. The pasty cream was not easy to lick out of the blouse.Grandma said, "You two have to lick hard. Otherwise the it won't come out."So, her father and grandpa, pretending to lick out the cream, were actually licking with vigor her nipples and aureoles through the thin blouse. On and on they licked,. As I watched, I became aware that her head was now thrown backwards, her face to the sun, almost looking above me were it not for the fact her eyes were closed. Her fingers were most definitely rubbing the cream well into her breasts and seemed to be concentrating on her nipples a wee bit more than just applying sun cream required. Still facing towards my direction, she crossed her ankles and slowly lowered herself into a sitting position on her towel, her knees forced apart as she. “We better be quick,” Yvonne said After a few strokes, a rhythm started to form and she was pushing back on to me just as much as I was pushing forward. We managed to use the full length of my cock to maximum effect with out falling out.I retched forward and took her swinging dangling tits in to my hand, her big soft mounds filled my hands and her nipples were rock hard. I’d never felt this size of tits before, seeing her daughter is only a 34c and Yvonne made encouraging noises as I played.