Well"When we got to the police station and told the female officer what we were there for she got a sad look on her face. She turned and went to a fil... cabinet in the back. She took an envelope from a file and walked back to the window. She placed the envelope on the counter and held her hand over it. She looked at my face and said, "Mr. Rowland I don't know how much you've been told about this accident but..." She took a deep breath and let it out then continued, "You really shouldn't look at. Just to be there with my cock that far in her was unbelievable in the feeling that she owned the cock and was looking after it just right. I often felt like I had died and gone to heaven. The feeling of completeness with all of my cock inside her was blissful and she just lay there with her pussy occasionally sucking at it. I have never worked out what it was but there was something like another set of lips that seemed to be sucking at the eye of my cock, it was very pleasant and sensuous;. . I'm.... Kaydia!"Resting her forehead against his, the rapture passed through them, reduced to the occasional throb of his softening cock and the infrequent tensing of her well-fucked sex. Meaningless sounds of delight passed for speaking, as she tried to catch her breath, catching his lips into a kiss that was more sensual than frenzied. It was a few quiet moments of this, joyful sighs and lazy kisses, fingers tangled in hair.“Thirsty?” She asked."I... could drink something, yeah," he. ‘Ouch!’ I sucked on my index finger for a minute. I hate hate hated winter. I knocked on the side window loudly and was immediately hit with memories of throwing rocks at Mary’s window just above the door. I looked up but it was now boarded-over. Nothing was left to remind of her purple curtains that would always blow out onto the short roof just above the red door. It’s been almost twenty years now, but as soon as Mary swung open the brown door and came out to greet me, I remembered.