His body was limp. His hands still gripped my tits loosely and he was still kneading them gently.It was a long moment before he finally managed to rel...ease my tits and place his hands on the desk on either side of me. He sighed with pleasure as he slowly pushed himself back to his feet.As soon as he was standing on his own Blake said, "Get down there and clean that mess up, bitch. He can't put his pants on like that."I slid to the floor and turned around. His cock was right in my face and it was. Grandpa had enough of it and he got back on top of her and again started fucking her this time with even more pace and talking angrily with her as she was yelling for more all the while squeezing the melons and contorting them into all weird shapes as he went on screwing her wet juicy hole. After nearly 10 minutes of intense screwing, His saliva and sweat stained face was finally engulfed in wild ecstasy as he came into her and collapsed ontop of her following the routine of placing his mouth. Do you want me to suck your penis? Then come inside.We went inside and later we fucked for half an hour and we both lay on the bed and I asked, “Where is your mom? She was not here and so that I had called you. Hey I will go by now, if anybody see us now what would happen? Hey don’t be scared, no one will come because I and my mother only will stay in here. What about your father?What father? I mean your father, I don’t have any, what? Don’t you have a father? My mom didn’t have a father and I. I still heard her song as it flew across the water. I pretended to take pictures of palm trees and mountains, of local children playing, and foreign tourists bargaining. I even took a local took that took me up a nearby mountain, pretending my admiration but wanting to return to the bay. I felt a void because the sight of her did not flood my eyes and the sound of her did not fill my ears. Eventually the local tour bus took us back to the place where it picked us up. The siren still she sang..