"Oh baby, that's so good." I told him. "You like that don't you?"He sort of nodded, staring at my breasts again, or had he ever stopped?I started slow...grinding, but I could see he was coming to a conclusion quickly, and not surprisingly. I hopped off him, not wanting him to dirty my pussy, not yet anyway. I took his hand and led him to the family room where I sat him down in his dad's favorite chair. I opened his legs a bit, dropped to my knees in front of him, and with a wicked smile, bent. A couple of years ago while we were taking a short beak in Kefalonia we met a Woman named Grace who was on holiday with her elderly parents. We first got talking to her while we were around the swimming pool where we found out that she was recently divorced and her parents had treated her to the holiday to help her get over the break up. We had already noticed her earlier in the holiday when Mrs O had playfully accused me of eyeing her up so we were both surprised to find out that she was in. Finally, I got to taste her delicious cunt that, what seemed like an eternity ago, I was just inches away from devouring. I savoured every second as she ground her engorged lips onto my face. The sweet tangy taste of her pussy mixed with her cum was delicious and I moaned with delight every lick of the way. Suddenly I felt her weight shift and thought that she was going to climb off, but instead she shifted forward and I could soon see why - my cum was seeping out of her asshole. "Eat my ass, I. ” I took my shot. “Want me to rub ‘em Mrs. B? I have been told I have great hands!” I eagerly offered. She looked at my right hand, lifted it, ran her hand along my palm and then flipped it over and ran her hand along the top. Her fingertips were almost electric. “Those are some nice hands Mike. Let’s see if you know what to do with them,” she said as she dropped my hand and straightened her legs. She leaned back on the arm of the couch and placed her pretty feet into my lap. He left foot was.