A man is brave because he is wise enough to recognize fear and do what is needed and right in spite of it. Those were his grandfather’s words to him... a memory of…His last day on Earth. The day his grandfather died.The scent in the room is sharp and sour, disinfectant, and an old man’s illness. He holds his grandfather’s hand at his bedside. The skin beneath Logan’s fingers is loose and paper-thin. Long, iron-gray hair lays against the white pillow cover. Grandfather’s face is thin and sunken,. I waved at some of the very nice girls and threw flying kisses at them. Two or three girls were thrilled and responded enthusiastically. It was a slow number and it took more than an hour to complete. When it was over new groups were being formed. Suddenly one of the girls who responded to my flying kiss came running and asked me in Gujarati something which I could not understand. I asked her in Hindi what she wants. She asked whether I stay in this hotel, I said yes, can I come to your room. The now naked Mary dropped to her knees in front of her mistress and started to lick the snail trails of drying spunk from her inner thighs. Danielle used one hand to fondle her own breasts and the fingers of the other to rub her clit in small circles. As her maid's tongue reached her recently fucked cunt, she let out a groan and ground herself down onto the warm, probing tongue of her servant.“Oh yes, so good, I am going to spend!” She gasped and poured cunt juice into the waiting mouth. I was turning out to be a slut and he realized that.We were around 15 years of age when puberty hit us. I was still licking and suck his dick but with a difference. Now liquids poured out of it. Slimy white to transparent colorless liquid which sometimes had an odor and sometimes not. Initially i was hesitant and didn't like it but his kind nudges and support made me a slave to it. I lived on it. There was not a single day that had gone by without me drinking his juices. I LOVED IT... gives me.