So, gramma’s vagina is all open as she presses down on my mouth and nose. That was glorious. I think I know what honey bees feel like when they catc... scent of the nectar in a flower. My nostrils flared as I scented her flower open before me. I needed to taste her, to lick, to dig into her.Having her legs spread good’n wide weren’t half what I mean when I say she was open. She was open on the inside where it counts. Every lick and touch meant something, and she was all there meaning too. She was. It looked so clean and beautiful, I was transfixed by it.I saw one of his hands move, I quickly made my exit.It played on my mind all through the day, every now and again I would touch myself through my clothing, something I don’t recall ever doing during my daily routine of chores.My husband came home and we settled into our routine, tea and settle down to TV.Every so often I would look over at Darren as he was playing with his phone and visualize his cock.Thursday nothing happened other than. It was the first time I had been in the Aspen house since I inherited it from Uncle Bert except for the brief time I spent looking for the love letters. Remember, the nun in Santa Fe told me about them. Those letters were a clue to the formula that was my treasure hunt.Wanting to get Andy and Lisa out of the way so I could be alone with Mary, I sent them to Vail to retrieve some things from my house there. While they were gone, Mary had given me another message from Uncle Bert about the. ...When I 'woke up', I found myself in the login lobby. It was a white room with a floating holographic console pad and a widescreen on the wall, showing the Fuck Quest title and the Visionsoft logo at the bottom. When I approached, an incredibly sexy disembodied voice welcomed me, asking for my password. After keying it into the console, the system recognized me as a new user and the voice went into the introductory spiel of what Fuck Quest was about with my prompting."Fuck Quest is a virtual.