Sandy slipped her lips lightly over my head and slid the length of my shaft into her warm mouth.She did it with a lighter and looser feel than Glena d...d. Whereas Glena felt as though she was devouring me with every motion, Sandy was more leisurely, taking time to savor the feelings and run her tongue across the side and bottom while gently sliding up and down. It was a more passive approach but equally pleasurable. I moaned softly with the slow tremor that traveled up my body as Sandy used her. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her free hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her legs together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more. Kent, Jackson and I were in the library with an old map of England and I was showing Kent whereabouts our family had lived."There!" I pointed. "Linton. Just south of Maidstone. According to the eighteen fifty-one census a William Easton farmed there and employed four men and a boy." So would that be a large farm?" Asked Kent."Probably about three hundred acres." Henry had just joined us and provided the answer."Oh not so big then?" Kent seemed disappointed."Oh no." Henry replied. "That would be. We didn't find out she couldn't see until we noticed she was having trouble picking up toys and when she would stand she would walk with her hands in front of her and then would just stand in one spot seemingly looking around to find herself. She's been to every kind of doctor there is. They have said that something in her brain was damaged and that she would probably never see again. So far they have been right. Neurologists have speculated that surgery might repair her sight but brain surgery.