Alice slipped her hands in the waistband of her silk bloomers and slowly, nervously, slipped them down her legs. She straightened up. She could not be...ieve it. She was standing in the middle of a room she had always believed was her dining room but now seemed more like a fantastical eastern tent, wearing nothing but a smile. The removal of her bloomers had confirmed something else: this was no longer frightening. In fact, the feeling between her legs told her she was finding it very exciting.. Oh My God! She's dead.I slapped her face hoping that would arouse her but it didn't. I slapped her face harder this time calling out her name, Jackie, Jackie, wake up as I slapped her face again, and again, nothing.It seemed the only response I was getting was every time I hit her, my cunt muscles would tighten around my dildo.Was I getting turned on by hitting her? Or was it because her being dead? Was it both?Looking down at Jackie beautiful face I decided to see what happed if I hit her. " He stood there, bare-chested, gaping like a goldfish, with the lurid DVD case in one hand and his grandmother's dildo in the other.Almost a scream: "Get out, I said!" The woman trembled with anger.And he fled. He dropped the box and rubber cock onto the bed and all but ran from the room. He pushed past his distraught grandmother and took the stairs two at a time. Pausing only to collect his tee-shirt from where he'd dropped it in the back garden he got away from the cottage as fast as he. Alison, you are acting like a common whore. Bent over, legs spread, moaning from a good fucking. the voice says to her. The fucking machine speeds up, driving deeper, forcing her into deeper pleasure, she can feel the orgasm building. A hand lands on her ass with a smack and a sting, again, and again, and again! Alison throws her head back screaming with each swat. Her pussy being brutally fucked by a machine, she can feel the stinging heat on her ass. She hears him walking around the front of.