Her tanned and toned body shined in the morning light from the window. Her hands went behind her back, her feet spread shoulder width apart, her head ...ooking down at the floor. Her dirty blonde hair fell in front of her face, dangling over her round breasts. I had always thought Keira attractive but my God, I had no idea how truly gorgeous she was. My eyes took in her beauty. Gazing down I saw how her hair dangled on her breasts. Her hard nipples were standing. I let my eyes follow her curves. I came home in shock and asked Grandma if she had ever heard of a ‘relocation camp’. It was like I had struck her. She sat heavily at the kitchen table and motioned me to the other side, and for the first time in my life I saw tears in her eyes. ‘Yeah…yeah… I was at the camp when they sent me that Gold Star for your Uncle Ed.’ ‘What camp? Where?’ ‘Don’t ask me about that. It was a bad time. Shikata ga nai.’ I knew what that meant: don’t complain about things that can’t be changed. It also meant. Then I started writhing around, crouching down. That seemed to embolden them to redouble their efforts.I think they figured out something was wrong when I screamed, “Oh, no! I’m melting! I’m melting...” and then I was down on the ground. The Pope heard my words and held his hand up, causing them to stop. I raised my head up. “No? All done? Does that mean I can’t go into my Gene Kelly ‘Singing in the Rain’ number next?”A slight smile crossed the Pope’s face. “I don’t think so, no.”“Ah, okay.” I. Her tits were nice little perky B's. We were fooling around pretty heavy in the cab and she was rubbing my cock through my pants and i had my hand up her skirt feeling her wet bald little pussy. We basically sprinted through the hotel to get to the elevators and up to the room.When we got in the room we were going at it hard again. She got down on her knees in front of me and pulled my dick out of my pants. She basicallly attacked my cock, sucking it really hard and fast. She did everything she.