I finished my hair and quickly dried the rest of my body off and wrapped Granny Sex myself up in my robe and went to bed shedding the robe before I laid down. Bruce hopped up on the bed with me and made himself comfortable under the covers curled up against me. He was warm and comforting. I quickly drifted off to sleep. An hour or so after falling asleep I was woken up to the feeling of his tongue lapping at my thighs again. Facing me like that, the short dress revealed most of her long shapely legs, the top of the sheer stockings clung to her well below the hem of the dress, the shadow between her legs barely concealed the top of her thighs. My cock warmed and swelled. Goddamm it was getting hot, the compartment was shrinking, Granny Sex becoming too cozy. I needed to cool off, to put some space between me and the girl. CanI...would you Granny Sex let me sit on your lap? I feel a little cold. I'm not sure that's the most appropriate thing... All that's left is to wear it.Minutes later Christie looked herself over in the bathroom Granny Sex mirror. Her tan jacket and matching pants fit like a glove. Her cleavage from her breasts just visible in her plunging neckline button up. Janika stood just inside the doorway while Oscar struck a match and lit a paraffin lamp. As its light began to spread across the room he stepped quickly back to shut and bar the door behind her.She looked around slowly. Holly and Granny Sex ivy sprouted thickly through the only window and damp paper was peeling from the walls. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she began to make out shapes in the darkness. The mansion driveway was gravel, but a very high-quality gravel, pure stone of all the same mineral Granny Sex with no sand or dirt visible. An old-school Irish nun would look at it and fantasize of all the children she’d force to kneel as punishment for some minor offense. It actually feels kind of nice. It seems my underside is tougher than I thought it was.