She had beautiful blonde shoulder length hair and sharp grey-blue eyes. Her small nose sat above a thin glossy lipped mouth with pearly white teeth. S...e was a picture of beauty. Granny Jane wasn’t really anyone’s granny; in fact, she wasn’t even married. She started getting the nickname 'Granny Jane' when she was in her thirties, it was a term of endearment, and everyone loved her. For years she had watched the children grow and was often the one to call if anyone in the neighbourhood needed a. "Nice work, Jamie." She paused for a moment. "Jamie! Relax, hon. Um, may I be blunt? Ask a couple of very personal questions?"Obviously nervous, he nodded. "Okay." You use the picture as stimulus when you jack off, right?" He nodded, mute. "Who do you see in your imagination? Who is the woman you're fucking?"He was surprised by the question, she could tell, but answered immediately. "You, of course!" Me?" Yes, you! If I'd wanted an actress, or a model, or a porn star, someone like that, there. You are being selfish with the way you are moving. If we have time later tonight, you can try again, but your time is used up for now!"Erin started to cry, but she did get off. She had not come, but it was her own fault, and she got no sympathy from the rest of us, especially Janice. Janice got into place and moved with dispatch. Ah, that felt much better than it had with Erin. Janice moved with enough speed to stimulate me as well as her, and she hit an orgasm relatively quickly. I still had. Maine woh papers par ke ekadam se tang rahe gaya!Woh medical papers tha jahan pe bohut spasht roop se likha tha ki Rahul ko cancer hua hai! Main wahi pe rone laga. Mujhe dekh kar Manali turant mere pass aake poochne lage kya hua hai? Maine ye sab kahan toh usse bilkul viswas nahi ho rahe thi.Usne bhi sare papers check kare and then woh shocked hoke wahi bistar pe baith gayi. Rahul ghar aaya toh main uss pe tut pada. Maine usse kahan ki uski himmat kaise hue itni bare baat humse chupane ki..