I need to taste it." Jasmine leaned over to suck my cock. She knows that I think that's so much sexier than kneeling or squatting down. I love the way... a woman's ass is pushed into the air when she kneels to suck. It doesn't hurt that I can reach down and fondle her breasts either. "I'm sorry baby. I just started thinking . . . about . . . your big . . . fat . . . juicy . . . cock." Jasmine punctuated each word by plunging my cock to the back of her throat gagging herself slightly in the. .There’s no pie here' I think to myself, double entendres were never my strong point.After a long and lazy walk, broken by the odd rest and a bite to eat, I finally come into view of Grannies house. Eagerly I run up to the door and pull the chord, hearing a bell tinkle inside.'Come in' comes a croaky voice from within.Opening the door I step inside. The place smells a little odd, kind of like raw meat but I don't pass comment.'Ah, Little red riding hood' "Granny" says, pulling her bonnet over. I replied that I was as I was now sixteen and needed to start saving to buy a car. She told me she needed a babysitter for Friday night which I thought a bit strange as she was in her early fifties so any kids she had weren't going to need babysitting. She then went on to explain that she had promised her daughter she would look after her two year old son overnight but then found out that her husband had tickets to some fundraiser dinner. I agreed and she told me to be there by six and that. On a visit to her parents, we were asked to sit down. Matt and Karen looked nervous and he was holding a folder with some papers inside.“Stephanie, your mother and I have something to tell you. Please ... don’t be mad at us,” Matt said, leaning back and quietly tearing up.We looked over to Karen, who was taking a deep breath. “Come on Mom, you’re making Greg and me awfully nervous,” Steph said.Taking her hand, her mother said two words, “You’re adopted!”Pulling her hand away and grabbing me.