I really would like to help her, but I don't know what I can do." It was obvious that George was frustrated."Exactly what do they want?" I asked."They...need a place to live, a home. They are tired of the little apartment they have been living in and have to get out of there anyway. She says they need more room," George explained.The light came on in my head."George, is Margie a co-signer for your house?" I asked."Yes, when we bought the house, the bank insisted that she sign too in case I died.". I stabbed him in the heart and then cut his throat and rolled him and began to remove his head. When I was done I stood and looked at the girl and knew I could not leave her. I dropped the dagger and moved around the table.I untied the ropes and lifted her and was amazed at how light she felt. I turned and went around and moved to the door. I began to shift her so I could open it but felt something inside reach out and the door opened. I grinned as I walked through and found myself in a wide. His soft balls were crushed against her already drenched slit and she whimpered just the way he loved to hear her pleading for respite.This was the tableau that her Aunt Josephine walked in on later that evening as she arrived early from St. Louis on a non-stop flight. It was hard for her to believe it was her niece's teenage ass sticking up in the air with her face buried in the goose-down pillow. What really caught her attention was the huge ten inch cock disappearing into her niece's. Okay, when did I first see him?He was across the room, standing near my painting, but he was looking directly at me. I remember wondering if he had worked out that the nude woman in the painting was me. And I remember being turned on at the thought. Plus, he had those big, beautiful, brown eyes. And the way he was looking at me! Guys of my age don’t look at me that way. So... knowing, so penetrating....so, is that why I talked to him?Maybe. I mean, it was supposed to be a marketing event, and.