He sat on his bed drying his feet and thinking about Elizabeth Clagett and her missing arm. He could see her torn body on the rough boards of the bare...kitchen floor, but he could not recall what the woman had on or the exact date of the crime. Much like this, he thought, chilly but not yet hard frozen. He remembered digging the pit where they buried all three of the Clagetts; mother, father and young son. His nephew had been there, his deputy at the time before he went off to serve with the. Her firm breast presses into my ear. I smell her spicy hot aroma mixed with the smell of my own hair.“You are so hot,” she says.My eyes scan the bed, waiting. I don’t know how to respond.“Look at you,” she continues, “Your face is flushed.”Stunned, I feel my fat bottom lip lowering. I am perched, looking up from beneath my brows. The angle makes my eyes blink more. Sherrie’s bedframe digs into my rib cage where it rests.“Look at you,” Sherrie fumbles out from beneath the bunk bed frame, to her. She said she will wash her asshole as its sticky with my cum. I followed her to the bathroom.After she washed her asshole, I inserted my finger in her pussy. I told this will have to take my dick so wash this also. She smiled and washed it. I made her stand opposite to me and lifted her one leg and inserted my dick in her pussy. She jumped with thrill.I stroked my dick for a few minutes and asked her how is it. She smiled and didn’t say anything. I lifted her with my dick inside her pussy and. Her pussy clenched around me. She enjoyed my dick. Her pussy massaged me with every plunge into her pussy. Our flesh smacked together. My bush grew soaked with her juices. They dripped out of her, lubing the way for my thrusting cock.I stared into her dark eyes as I savored her body. She shuddered beneath me while her hands grabbed my rump. She dug her fingers into me, her pussy clutching my cock. I groaned, thrusting harder. Faster. I pumped away at her. This amazing passion surged around.