She had small, perky breasts with nipples shockingly red against the surrounding white flesh. I approached her slowly, savoring her nervousness. I sto...ped when I was so close that my cock nearly touched her stomach. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked. I leaned forward and whispered. “Whatever I want.” I reached up and touched her breast with my fingertips. She moaned and I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching, and teasing. Rebecca leaned into me. I looked over her shoulder. We'll see what we can do to sort out the long term situation as and when, but for now, you can stay here. That is, if you want to"I couldn't believe that someone I barely knew was offering me a safe place to stay."Thank you," I said, my eyes tearing up again."You're welcome, Dear. Now have a biscuit. You'll feel better." Joyce said with a smile.I looked back at the plate, and was thinking about taking the biscuit nearest me, when quite automatically I opened my mouth, and my tongue shot out. I'd practially suffocate when she'd wrap her chubby arms round me and press me tight against her massive breasts, " Oooh, here he is, my favourite boy ". Then she'd rush into the kitchen to fetch me a drink of fizzy-pop and a biscuit or sweets. Nana Bessy was about 5 feet tall and plump but not grossly fat. As Grandpa Joe once said, " She wobbles in all the right places ". He'd spend most of my visit watching the wrestling or boxing, jeering and shouting at the tiny black & white telly. I'd. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. Thwaack. I was now crying softly as his pounded my pussy with his insistent strokes. With slow sobs as each stroke came in and breathed out as each stroke went out."Mintu. Shona moni. Thaamow. Ammar good taa cheeray jaabay. Please lokhee shonaa. Aaar chudow naa." ("Mintu darling. Please stop now. Please. My pussy will get torn. Darling don't fucke me any more. Please.")He did not reply, but just went on and on.My pussy was once again giving me signals of an upcoming.