Moving upwards till reaching your clitoris, beginning a slow circular massage. Becoming very receptive to my touches, I apply more pressure. Uncontrol...able sounds of pleasure and ecstasy fill the room. Hips moving in response to my massage. Becoming more and more vocal. Breathing becomes shallow and fast, fingers bringing orgasm closer. Juices visibly flowing, fingers move from your clitoris and slide down slightly and slip effortlessly deep within the vaginal paradise. Sliding in and out,. 'Well, good, ' I thought. 'I got her goat in this lifetime. Last lifetime, she died on me, before I married her daughter.'Art finally asked, "How much does all that weigh?"I said, "At last count, about a hundred and fifty pounds."The manager knocked at the door, and announced he had the other box. I opened the door and he came in. He stopped to admire the gold.He asked, "Are you planning on selling it, with the price of gold up so much?"I said, "I think it is going to go up a lot more, after. „Just for greasing“, he commented. But he seemed to find his pleasure in there, and me too – as long as he wouldn‘t have to squirt. My brother well knew to do me good rubbing his acorn over my clit, and so he waved his friend several times up and down against it. My pleasure pearl felt like a small prick when our centers of luck met and rubbed against each other, hard against hard and juice against juice. I gave him help, wrapped both hands around his boner and turned him around my clit making. He did not inform his grandma about his arrival as he wanted to surprise her. But, he was surprised when he couldn’t find her in the house.After a few minutes, he went into the kitchen to drink some water. Just as he entered, he found a lean girl standing near the kitchen counter and cooking something. She was in her worn-out salwar-kameez, but she had a gorgeous pair of boobs. The girl screamed suddenly seeing the intruder.“Hi! I am Viswa. I am Meenakshi amma’s grandson.” Viswa introduced.