She looked frustrated with my explanation. I started thrusting again. I raised her leg up and put her foot by my mouth. I love her feet and they were ...an from the beach and painted red. I started to suck on her toes while I was thrusting into her sopping pussy. I had to stop again when she started to moan.”I can’t take anymore stopping. Just go ahead and fill me up. You can make me cum later. You better promise to make me cum, no matter what.”She made me promise. I thought that was strange, I. . I hope they didn't get you out of school..." Don't try to talk too much," mum says, making grandma let out a tired,annoyed grunt that makes me smile- despite her current state, she'sstill the same old grandma."Are you Michelle White?" A man in a white coat- obviously a doctor-asks my mum."Yes," mum says expectantly. "What's happened to my mum?" 'Your mum' is laying right here and can talk for herself!" Grandmainsists, though the weakness of her voice suggests otherwise."Please, Mrs. White,. I hoped that I looked that good when I was her age. Not that she's so old, sixtyish, really. She was sixteen when she conceived my mother in the back seat of some guy's car, and my mother was the same age when one of my father's sperm found its target. I've seen some of the men that she's turned away, always politely."I'm going to kill him, Granny; I'm going to fucking kill him. Then I'm going to cut off his balls and feed them to the cat." And how will you dispose of his cock, dear?"I fell. Hmm. Julia looked up. Oh. The voice was a he. Of course it was. Oh, and the voice had a nice smile.She returned the smile.Julia looked from his face to his shopping cart (because judging the contents of others’ shopping carts is of course what one does in a grocery store). Organic crackers. Pasta. Cereal. Milk. La Croix. Toilet paper. A bottle of grocery store boxed wine. Classy, thrifty, cute.Julia looked over at her own shopping cart (because comparing the contents of our shopping carts to.