Grandma Has A Knack For Squirting

I made a mental note to mention to her that we couldn’t suck on each other’s necks or leave hickeys or anything, mostly because I was worried about how we’d explain them. “Don’t be too tired big bro…I don’t want you to push yourself so hard that we can’t have fun anymore.” She whispered in my ear, before bouncing away, leaving me laying there stunned. I heard some grumbling, and someone walking down the hall, and I quickly dove under the covers with her as we listened. It tasted…I don’t know, the only thing that I can really attribute to it, isn’t a taste, but just a sense of right. Well, it was a different one since I didn’t see any blood this time and she gently cuddled into me as she climbed under the blankets with me. “Hey sleepy head…dinner’s over, but well…I saved you some.” She whispered, making me smile gently as I sat up slowly.