When I wispered in her ear that I was sorry, she just turned around, moved down on me, took my little limp one in her mouth, sucked it all out of me, ...made me crazy and soon I was hard again (wow, what a performance in those days) .. she did not let me go, her hands on my balls .... her tongue playing with my tip ... wowwow what a memory ... until I came again, into her mouth, and she pushed me out and I came all of her face, and she rubbed it down her breasts ..............and put my hand into. We looked at the headstone; Grandpa’s name was on the left, with his birth and death dates shown. On the right was Grandma’s name, but only her birth date.I smiled at my grandmother. “Sure you wanted to do that, Grandma? What happens if you meet another fellow?”“Oh, my God! That’s all I need! You men aren’t worth the trouble!” she laughed. Of course, the next thing she did was kiss her great-grandsons on the cheek.“Pastor, maybe you could say something, a prayer, whatever?” I asked.Pastor Russ. "The one thing I've noticed already about the desert? It dries tears almost as fast as you can cry them."It was a few minutes after dawn, and Kennedy drove the rest of the way to Sunnydale without a break. They arrived a little after noon, and the drive gave her even more time to think. She'd definitely been on the right track earlier. The Slayer didn't need competition; she needed people who would put their shoulders to the wheel and push. So, that's what she would do. She wouldn't mention. I had to come to town on Tuesday morning to visit the library there to consult a local reference book they had so I called in at the bakery. Sarah was out the back and Maggie served me. "So she going to move in with you soon," she remarked."First I've heard of it," I answered and Maggie looked at me a little strangely. her thoughts told me."Sorry," she apologised, "I thought you two had talked it over." Don't worry Maggie, I didn't hear anything. We've talked about it but she seems very.