He eased out of me, and stepped back, flipping me over onto my back. He fingered my pussy as he felt my cunt started to get wet. "Bitch, you are so we... now… I think I'm going to fuck you again." Then he pushed my legs apart and pushed his still hard cock back into my pussy. I didn't bother fighting this time as he pumped my pussy.He pumped me very hard just few minutes and then he tensed again. I felt more of his warm seed splashing deep inside. "Ahh… I had never fucked an old cougar as horny. I don't know, I just don'tknow...."I look at her, thinking of all my past life, my family that I'll neversee again, my mother, my wife, my children. How can anyone deal withknowing that all that is gone? And now, the only mother I reallystill have isn't even sure I'm her daughter. What do I do? How do Icope with this, too?"Mom?" I try again.She looks up with some tears in her eyes and I feel so terrible. It'slike I've stolen this body, I've stolen this life. Yet, I had nothingto do with. He heard shouts. He was probably around 30 yards from the river now and he could just make out flowing water. Slowly he came up as close as he could to the water but he still hid behind some bushes. What he saw opened up his eyes to the extreme. A group of women bathing in the slowly moving side of the river. Only there heads could be seen, but slowly they came to the side to dry themselves. They didn’t have any towels, and what else to dry themselves but to lie on a carpet of leaves on. There was silence now, no wind outside, no snoring from her parents room, no strange noises she couldn't place. Somehow this was more frightening than the odd noises Katrina had half heard in her sleep, and as the young girl stood in the thick gloom, staring over the railing at the floor below, a chill ran down her spine. Yet somehow, she felt compelled to descend into the deeper darkness. Somehow Katrina knew that she would never sleep well without knowing what had awakened her.Creeping down.