She actually moaned the words, "You're gonna make me cum Johnny."My cock shot some heavy pre and I bent down and began licking her back. I slowed my t...hrusting and struggled to hold back. Suddenly I felt my grandmothers pussy muscles tighten and then let go and she let out a a long groan. She began shaking all over and if I didn't know any better I would have thought she was having a seizure. But she wasn't. She was cumming. My grandmother was cumming on my cock.I waited a moment until her. He grabbed my face and started face-fucking me. I could taste his pre-cum. I pulled my lips off his rock hard dick and bent over the bed, pulling my cheeks apart. I felt the head of his cock against my hole, then he thrust into me balls deep. I moaned loudly. He pulled out fully then slammed back into me. My precum was leaking onto the bed. His hand reached around and he started wanking me. His balls were slapping furiously against me, he clenched my cheeks, then he pushed slowly into me one. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see that Sandy was much later than normal. I looked to the bedroom door expecting to see her smiling face as I heard her coming up the stairs. However, she wasn’t smiling as she came in. I can still picture the expression on her face, but I really cannot adequately describe it. It was an unreal mixture of excitement, fear, anxiety, shock – I don’t know. It’s one of those times when the statement ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ applies. Other than. “If Phil is still here, that means he’s innocent. It sure would be cool if you guys would at least fucking say it!”“Jeff, your dedication to transparency is appreciated, it really is.” Mr. Scott told him sympathetically. “However, police investigations like this one can’t be fully disclosed to the public. It’s just how it works. If there was another way, we’d be taking that option, but since there isn’t, a vote like this is the best thing we’ve got.”“So are we voting on whether or not Phil did.