They were driving along, too fast, by a deep dike called the Ramsey Forty-Foot when a tyre burst. The car veered off the road, across a few feet of gr...ss and into the water. None of them got out. It was ... six years ago, but ... it's still vivid," he said, quietly.After a pause, and after blowing her nose again, Betsy said, "I'm sorry. I hadn't meant to mention it. We didn't want to burden you with our sorrows. Most of the time, we just ... try not to think about it." I am glad you did," said. " I managed to gasp out."Well," exclaimed the techno-thug, "that's easy enough to fix, I'll just delete the logs. I guess you're not very bright!" He eyed me with a look of pride, as if I was no match for his genius."Can't." I grunted out. "Logs aren't on the box. Wouldn't be too bright of me to leave them there." I gasped for breath.I was exhausted. But I still couldn't help giving him a shot."Well where are they?" he yelled at me.I waited a few more moments catching my breath. I remembered. " What is he talking about?-- Niece PieceDear Piece,I can only assume that you read my stories and columns from print-outs made by your uncle. The website on which my writings are posted is off limits to persons of your age but, if your in loco parentis makes my thoughts available to you, all I can say is "truth wants to be free."First of all, congratulations to both you and your uncle. In your case, you have been fortunate enough to have been broken in by someone who truly cares for you, and. “Don’t say no more baby,” he said. “Just let me listen to you. I want to hear you.” “Mmm,” I moaned into the phone, glad that the commentary would get to stop. I would now be able to concentrate more on getting myself off. I slide my finger deeper inside of my pussy, adding a second one into the mix. My breathing was hard, dancing with that of his own breathing. I wished I could see him, that he could be watching me do this for him. I spread my legs further apart to fuck myself harder with.