The library consisted of people who were too immersed in their work to notice her, or they were too distracted by the sheer volume of books to look at...her. She was contented. Stepping across the tiles to put her things in the locker, she tidied up herself and got started. Today, she was in charged of re-arranging the books in the Fiction section, as there was a whole new batch of fiction books which has just arrived earlier. Starting work almost immediately, she soon lost herself in the world. " Oh for shit sakes Myrna, don't you think it's about time you quit talking like a slave? Jon, she graduated from Princeton with honors and speaks better English than either of us. I have no idea why she keeps talking like that, but I hate to hear it, as did your grandfather."This came as a big shock to me and from the looks Bill was getting from Myrna, he would be poisoned if he stayed in the house much longer. After I thought about it for a minute, I totally lost it. I still hadn't completely. The speed of his strokes increased more. He was thrusting his penis deeper and deeper into me. I moaned whenever my father-in-law's bloated penis bumped against my delicate cervix. Gradually his organ head, began piercing through my deepest openings and spreading my cervical ring apart. I was panting. Both our bodies were covered in sweat. My father-in-law was relentless in propelling his organ into me. My body was swinging up and down with his thrusts. I gritted my teeth, as I felt my cervix. She rememberedclowning on the beach during the summer break. She remembered the firsttime Mindy had peeled off her shirt at his apartment.And she remembered her wedding, and this muscular man lifting her skirtuntil her rear was exposed. She remembered injections into her chest.She remembered tending the babies of her sister wives. She rememberedscreams as her sister wives beat her. She remembered the scent of herlipstick.It was blend of memories, of good ones and bad ones.She remember the.