That night she made love to him with exceptional enthusiasm.He didn’t see how she could do it; her crotch had to be sore from the afternoon’s acti...ities. There was no understanding women. Or at least for him, no understanding Cindy.On Saturday night, Cindy let Trevor have the bedroom and she changed in the spare room, the one that she used as an office.He had spent a long time pondering possible costumes. What would be the appropriate escort for a hooker? His first thought was pimp, decked out. I hugged my grandma and sighed with bliss. My grandma took my hand and put it between her legs. She made me rub her clitoris until she climaxed as well. Her vagina was very moist, soft, wet and warm. It got late and we went to bed. I fell asleep in my grandma’s arms. The next morning I woke up by my grandma stirring next to me. Without saying a word she took off her nightgown and then made me take off mine. She moved closer and guided my head towards her breasts. “I am breastfeeding you now”,. He knew, that day was coming, sooner or later. If only, there was some other way. He knew that there was no other way they could go. He cried like a baby after that. His fingers were trembling way too much to even try to type and send her an email. He would have to call her.She answered the phone, while wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had not slept much last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his piercing blue-eyes. Then she'd call out his name and hug her pillow. Finally,. Nanny Matilda was close to sixty and doted on the babies. Our focus shifted to concerns for the well-being of our offspring. We found a larger home close to excellent schools. We moved in and set up housekeeping, bringing Nanny Matilda with us. We’d been settled for about three months. The children and Nanny Matilda had retired for the night. Shania was reading in an easy chair as I scanned the channels for something to pique my interest. “Do you remember the brown liquid?” Shania asked me. I.