I mean, who'dgive Selma Blair a second look if it weren't for her tits? Even thecareers of women who have talent and glamour are enhanced by a flash ...ftheir tits. We watch Linda Lovelace for the prodigious talent of heresophagus, of course, but, if we're honest? Male or female, we check hertits even while she's busy swallowing the best of Harry Reams. And, behonest, when Swamp Thing mates with Adrienne Barbeau, are you watchinghis thing or her boobs?Maybe that's why Bob Hope used to sing. Gravity took over and down it went, resting on the outside of the tank top of her pajamas, right on her breast. We both froze. Neither of us moved. I slowly said, “Kristy, I’m sorry Sweety, do you want me to move my hand?”After a second to think about it, she said, “Its okay, Gramps.”I couldn’t believe my ears. Now I was starting to become aroused. My cock was starting to firm up, right in my grand daughters pajama covered butt crack. She was scooting back into it and my hand was resting. My rigid cock found her open hole so easily and slid effortlessly all the way in. What a truly amazing feeling I will never forget, like nothing I had felt before, she was so hot and slippery inside, her walls felt like soft warm velvet, and as I plunged in deep with a loud squelch I could feel his spunk squeezing out of her around the base of my shaft and running down my balls. I fucked her slowly and sensually to start, enjoying this exquisite new sensation of being inside her wonderfully. They both ate, raved about the delicious taste and made small talk. I just stood there and tried my hardest not to move, even when some of the quickly cooling noodles slipped down my face, a few of them coming to rest on my breast, a few dropping to the floor. The sauce was drying into a crust around my eye, and I could only imagine what a dirty mess I must look like. Having the wonderful smell of food directly under my nose didn’t help my hunger, and my stomach was in constant turmoil. Still,.