Do this for you first. OK?" She smiled at me warmly and I realized again just how fortunate I was to have found her again."Grandma, you have to go see...him. And you have to tell him to come back. I want so very much to meet him and have a grandpa of my very own. Please tell him that. Please?" OK for both of you I'll go see him tomorrow. I'll tell him what he is missing and that there are two beautiful ladies here just dying to meet him. If he is a man, that should do it, don't you think?"We all. She was here in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, because it was her husband’s job. As a geologist surveyor for Echo of California he was assigned to all sorts of God-forsaken places, mostly in the Middle East, and she always went with him because she wanted to be with him. Because she did love him. The only part she couldn’t stand was the exhausting workload her husband Matt was sometimes obligated to carry – it was then that she never saw him and when he, got too tired to satisfy her ravenous desires.. And I think you should clean it with your tongue. So, get to it. And with that, you sit down in a chair and take out your phone to make a call to your business partner, whilst watching me silently crying as I lower my face towards the filthy floor. It takes me all night to lick the floor clean, and after a few hours you go to bed. The house is dark and cold as I crawl across the tiles, my face dripping with stone cold gravy. I pick up the steak with my teeth and manage to put it in the bin, not. If only he had continued with his touch. Would he have slipped his hand inside my top, to rest below my breast before hold its fullness? Fingers rubbing the nipples, playing with them as my breast became heavy with need. I found myself fondling my flesh now, wishing for his hands. I may not be able to have him, but I could pretend. Pretend this one last time. Pushing my face under the spray of water, I rubbed my nipples like I wished he had. Wanting his mouth to take them in, sucking them hard..