"Grace nodded, clearly the woman thought she was Eastern European, her mother was from Czechoslovakia and she had inherited a lot of features from her...mother, and she didn't want to correct the assumption. "Everyone is only young once, aren't they?"The woman sighed. "Oh you must have heard them. Wake up the souls of the dead they will. The souls of the dead."Grace put the shopping in her front room and went to leave, explaining that she would be late for work. The woman thanked her, and tried. She probed my mouth with them, and forced my jaw open a little more with her fingers. “Would you like to taste a little of my sauce on a cock gag?” she inquired sweetly. “or just my fingers?” I opted for her fingers, and savored them, smiling as much a I could with three fingers in my mouth. She moistened them again and wiped the sauce on her nipples. Holding her breasts up with her hands she motioned me to suckle with her eyes and a nod of her head, and I started gently at first, slowly. Before my increasingly fixated eyes ‘Mr Shaft’ quivered and moved in time with my breathing until … and this is going to sound strange … he wasn’t a dildo stuffed into my little girl pussy anymore, he was my huge, thick 12 inch dong that I kept tucked safely between my legs ready to satisfy any sweet young thing in need of a good fucking.At which point Pippa returned; and at last she was naked.Pippa is reasonably pretty. Okay, Pippa is pretty; she’s mid-height, shapely, with everything. Ben swallowed a mouthful of cereal and then looked up at his mother. “Thanks Mom, I’ll head on over there after I have a shower.”“Don’t know why you waste time with that old kook,” Peter grumbled, folding his paper. “Plenty of jobs out there that are far more respectable than babysitting old folks.”Suzy frowned at her husband. “Oh hush, I think it’s nice that Ben’s helping out that poor old man. Plus he’s always good about paying Ben for his time.”“He’s probably a perv, Mom,” Lucy snickered..