What a kill!Annie moved towards me. "I am serious, John. I mean it - you need to help Helen out with this, right now. Her jugs are practically overflo...wing now, and she is going crazy carrying around all the weight. Besides, you like milk - just think of this as a way of cutting provision costs."Wait a minute. She WAS serious."No way," I protested. "She is my daughter. My flesh and blood. I'm not going to suck on her breasts, no matter how heavy or how saturated they are. It's illegal." Yeah,. I told her that our location is very nearby. I still didn’t have the idea that it was my grandmother. So I sent her my full pic with a face. My grandma must have got a shock of a lifetime. She instantly disconnected and unmatched me. I being the bhola guy had no idea what happened, so after trying few more messages and getting no replies left her and slept.Next day my grandma was really quite and was not speaking to me much. I still had no clue what was happening. At night we had our dinner as. He knows how to get the angle just right to do all that with a single stroke of his magic fingers. Right away I feel it building. My pussy is on fire and the heat is radiating through my abdomen. My hips are responding in time urging him to stroke faster. I let out a big groan and feel the walls of my vagina pulse and squeeze his fingers so hard. Then I feel it, all the hot juice running down the crack of my ass. I reach under myself and feel my ass and confirm the mess I am making. “Oh crap. "That machine is called a xylotrope. It was invented by Masters McClain, president of Xylotropic Industries Incorporated. It is beginning to present a real danger to our vested interests."Lenny crossed her soft thighs under the sheer dressing robe, "I don't get it, Mr. Montagne." You may as well call me Lyle," he said with a twinkle in his eye."All right, Lyle," she went on, "but I don't understand what I have to do with this Xenoschalmic industries thing or whatever the hell it is, and I don't.