"It's not me," she laughs. "It is definitely not me! God that was... I don't even know what that was... but thank you," she says, leaning up to kiss my lips while being careful not to disengage my spent c**k from her still fluttering p***y.
"So what is the problem," I probe to see if she's gotten the message.
"Rob doesn't know what he's doing," she smiles.
"What are you going to do about it?" I ask as she starts rocking back and forth on my semi-soft c**k.
"Hey, Doctor Phil," Jenna smirks. "You've got patients waiting."
"I'm going to talk to him, Granddad," Angie answers as we both ignore Jenna.
"Good girl," I tell her as she leans down for another kiss. We entwine our tongues for a few minutes and then I lift her off my spent c**k and lie her down beside me on the bed.
"My turn?" J
