Now, she could not speak anymore even if she tried. Or could she?During the past weeks, she had spent hours in front of her mirror, her mouth forming ...he all-important short word. She dared not try to speak loudly, for fear of her father overhearing her, and so she tried to whisper the word. One night, a week ago, a severe autumn gale had punished the little town. The wind, the clatter of shingles and window shutters, the rain lashing windows and roof, had created such a cacophony of sounds. She was thinking at that point like a mother and acted as she would have with her own Kenny. ‘No, Mike,’ she said firmly, ‘This will never do.’ She looked around a bit and said: ‘I’ll come in there and help.’ Then with a determined look on her face she stepped into the shoer stall, and continued: ‘And you can’t take a shower with those trunks on, I know how uncomfortable that would be.’ ‘But . . .’ he said but she broke in and stopped him. ‘Hush!’ she said. ‘You’re my Kenny’s age and I’m twice. The girl in the table next to Mine stared at Me while she ate her salad, her nipples growing slowly under her tight sweater as she tried not to pry too hard, she wants to see My reaction, she knew what I was doing, she had that look of pride in her eyes as each bite of salad disappeared into lips which were licked by a very moist tongue with each swallow. The couple in the booth across the room got closer and their words became whispers as they both looked around with wide eyes hoping to catch. She started muttering mindless vulgarities, Fucking fuck! Bang my slutty cunt! Fuck me! Her moaning dirty talk was really driving me wild and I felt the cum boiling up in my balls about to explode once more. Then Alices own hands sunk her nails into my ass and back and a stinging pain of her own nails on my flesh distracted me for a second, but that was all it took to set me off for some reason. I clenched hard and drove into her violently. My insides emptied into her ravenous womb which milked.