He turned away, his hands shaking a little as he unwrapped the hamburger he had gotten for her. Holding it to her lips, he stared down into her ravage... features, watching as she took a bite and then winced as the hot meat juices stung the cut on the side of her mouth.Tina didn't complain though, instead, she chewed and swallowed. "It's good, thanks. I was hungry."He nodded, holding the sandwich up so that she could get another bite. When she'd finished, he gave her some more of the coke and. Mr Well Hung removed his deflating monster from my reamed butt and I could feel the seamen running out of my gaping hole. I weakly picked myself off of Mr. Eight Inch’s softening dick and held onto the wall for balance. The smell of sex and masculine sweat was thick in the air.After a few minutes they were ready to go again I was laid on a bench and Mr Well hung held my legs apart and entered my pussy and started to fuck me deep and hard thrust after thrust at the same time Mr Eight Inch pushed. Granny wiggled and squirmed under my tongue. Then she let out a howl like a wounded a****l. Then I tasted the sweetest milky fluid I had ever tasted in my short life. Granny was cumming. She was cumming like I do. It was spurting out like a thick stream of piss. But it was ever so sweet. I would learn later that this is rare and it was called "Nectar of the Gods" I also learned very few women can cum this great to make it taste sweet. But Gram sure was doing it and I loved it.Later that night I. This time he stood back a away and I saw Brenda sitting at the small table right by the serving hatch.I pulled Steve to one side and whispered to him, “How long has she been there”?“ages” he said, “well fucking hell man, she can hear everything we, YOU’VE, been saying”! Steve just smilled. He leant forward. “You reckon she’s getting wet, or better still having a sly flick”. “Fuck sake Steve you’ll get us into trouble”He just ignored me, moved back to where he was standing and then started.