"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 cock from her still fluttering pussy.

"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 cock.

"Hey, Doctor Phil," Jenna smirks. "You've got patients waiting."

"I'm going to talk to him, Granddad," Angie answers as we both ignore...