With them unzipped, her whole body was open to my view and use. No need to take them off, since even her bottom was available to my hands-on appreciation.With me now engaged in kissing everything that I could see and feel on the front of her body, she was opening my front of my pants to her attentions to my cock. One granny of her hands then was activating my member and my one finger was slightly Old Farts up her ass. This sent her up even more so she bent down and took my cock up into her mouth and sucked it like she was an oral tornado. There was roof as well. None of that here. All I saw around me was grass, soil, and a beautiful blue Old Farts sky.I ran my granny dirty fingers through my hair as I sat up, trying to shake some sense back into my brain by ruffling my scalp. This wasn’t home. Why was it so bloody fast for its age?He winced as the sun hit his eyes, the texture beneath his feet changing from one of wood and stone to one of grass and dirt, his bare skin soaking in the Old Farts sun as he realised he had been led out into the Palace's gardens. Gritting his teeth he focused on the streaking grey blur ahead, watching as it weaved through the hedges and fountains, following its usual route, albeit it with a much faster pace. Bloody hell! He swore loudly as he watched the cat jump off a post and a pillar, hopping atop the Palace wall and vanishing over it in a mad scrabble of claws.With a scowl, his veins fueled by adrenaline he kicked off the ground, leaping as high as he could.With a grunt he slammed into the wall, the breath being driven from his lungs, but his granny fingertips at least gripping the edge at the top.With an undignified scrabble of his own he pulled himself up, the towel now forgotten as it floated with a grace he couldn't match to the ground.Vaulting the wall he landed outside the palace on the surrounding streets, several peasants turning their heads to watch him, eyes wide, recognition in several of them. Not bad yourself, granny orc. I return with a smile. In the morning Kara asks permission to put on clothing. Old Farts Okay, I’ll talk to the Mike and see if he can organise a men only night where you can be tied down and played with. After that we’ll see about another gang-bang. Ow Old Farts goody; I’ll granny enjoy it more than the last time; it’ll be different this time. How? You need to Old Farts go Vance. But what about you guys? I granny asked. My concern genuine that if I waited, harm could come to the three of them.