My father explained the funeral was two days after Mandy died, while I was being flown back to the U.S.I’d like to say I had no more episodes of scr...aming and crying out for Mandy.I’d like to say that ... but I can’t.It was another week before the restraints were removed from my arms.Even then, the body restraints remained for several more days.It was another six weeks, and only after extensive counseling, before my father slowly pushed my wheelchair across the cemetery to Mandy’s grave.Mandy. Fucking her in the missionary position she was actually moaning as I nibbled her nipples. As I hadn’t had anything for a while I knew I wouldn’t last long.I shagged her for around a good ten minutes and knew I was close, as I looked down at her from above I could tell she wasn’t struggling as much as before, and her movements were in tune with mine as I shagged her hard and firm. After another five minutes I pulled out and let go of her wrists, I turned her over onto her belly and opened her. It turned in to be a long movie which K went to bed before it ended so I went to my room as well to play some Xbox for a while that's when Beth came in I asked her what she wanted to which she responded I am bored so I came to see what you where doing mister. I didn't respond. So she sat down behind me watching me play the game. Then all of a sudden she jumped on me a put me in a choke hold then I knew what she wanted. She wanted to wrestle like when we where younger. So I finally got her. Drying her hair in the mirror that happened to be right in the centre of the window. Oh the sight of her tight,firm arse would drive me wild. On a couple of occasions she would drop something and have to bend over to pick it up. Oh my god.If I could keep the binoculars steady my wank would go through the roof. She seemed to like to be naked and would spend ages in her bedroom,applying lotions to her curvacious body. just occasionaly I would squeeze three wanks in during our rendezvous. Then one.