Cheryl used her hands to compress her impressive rack around Edwin’s prick. Edwin guided her pace and stroke length with hands and words. ‘Nice lo...g ones now…all the way uuppp…and downnnn…that’s nice…hold and flutter your tits in counter-rhythm…good…long ones again…can you kiss the tip when it emerges…yes,yes…like that..ohh, that’s good…’ Cheryl intently followed his directives and Edwin thought she was performing well. He liked the way her wavy full head of hair bounced gently as she moved her. She swung into her room and was standing next to her bed."OK. Off with the shorts." I pushed them down and off my legs and once more I was naked. For one of the few times that evening I wasn't fully hard. Kind of half and half."Get up on the bed. Put your hands by your sides. And don't bother me while I'm eating. In fact, you need to close your eyes." Well, by now I'd figured out that if I followed her directions that good things would happen. I closed my eyes and waited. She moved my cock up. She was deliberately teasing him, now, raising her rump and wagging it as he rubbed her legs.On the next stroke up her inner thighs, he didn’t stop at the top of her legs, but gently rammed his fingers right up into her vulva. Monica yelped, not expecting such a solid encounter, but she gamely pushed down on his fingers as he tried to shove them up inside her. He managed, but her pussy lips were pulled inside and flipped backwards against his fingers. Every time he moved, she hurt.“Bastard!”. They both looked up at him and smiled briefly, then turned back to gaze at the blood- and-gasoline-soaked rug blazing higher and higher. It was a strangely profound moment; most of what was left of his father was in this rug, and that made this a cremation of sorts. Thinking this, Jake spoke. "I'm sorry I couldn't have helped you, Dad. I swear to you, though, that your murder will be avenged." He heard Courtney sniffle over the hissing of the inferno. Jake knew he was not the only one to mourn.