I pulled her into my arms to hug her, and looked down at the gray hair on her head. Two things stood out for me like never before. The first was how m...ch she loved her family, and me. The second was how incredibly smart and forward-looking she was. I know that when my mom and I clashed and Grandma stepped in to help us resolve our differences I’d found that she was someone I could go to for advice and love. This just reconfirmed that belief.We then walked the farm and she revealed to me what. "The man turned venomous and grabbed Joan's arm. "I can be niceand get you a drink, or I can be mean and feed you a drink,chicata whore."Some of John Phillips old self returned, like a surge. I'm goingto just fucking smack this guy. I'm just going to. I'm just goingto. He glared. He glared hard, and suddenly the man with theSpanish voice flailed his arms."She's a no trained chicata bitch." He bellowed and left, andthrough the mirrors Joan saw him melt into the boiling crowd onthe dance. Big Boy was 6'10'' tall and weighed more than 300 pounds, most of which muscles. Until ten years ago he was a professional weightlifter but his results were not very good, maybe because he wasn't patient in his training. He just hated working hard and that was by nature. So he became a bodyguard of one of the richest people in the neighborhood. On the whole, the boss treated him well but sometimes joked with him. The case was obviously the same now.The girl was in her early twenties, very. "Take my cum, take it honey, take it all!" he yelled as he shot his hot spunk into me. I loved it when Tony called me "Honey", it made me feel so special. I was kind of jealous that he had sex with this girl, "What's this woman's name?", I asked. Tony was busy with his underwear, he always cleaned his cock off with the pouch area where his dick had been and gave them to me to wear. He tossed me his cum stained briefs and I handed him my cleaner pair, it was like a little ritual that we went.