” I watched her face. There was no trace of relief ‘at last, I get my house to myself again’ or even angst ‘oh dear. Alone again.’ “Are yo... doing anything today? Like to come with us? I’m told Christchurch Mansion’s worth a visit.”She smiled, shaking her head. “Thanks, but no. Won’t you need to check that bike over?”I shrugged. “Half an hour or so. It’s pretty simple.”Most motorcycles require more attention than cars, at least, modern cars. Cables need oiling with a light oil. Chains need. ‘I’m plagued.’ Stunned Lei released him and Oli stepped back. ‘Lei,’ he sobbed, and raised his arm, showing her the red boils of plague on it. ‘Why? Why did you have to touch me?’ Fear filled her throat and she stared down at her own arms which had held him. ‘I came to say goodbye,’ sobbed Oli. Behind Lei, back on the ledge of her home, her family was wailing with horror and grief. Her mother’s scream was most distinct of all. ‘My baby,’ the woman wailed, ‘My little girl.’ ‘Why did you touch. .."! 101 bit her lips as the old boy sped up his thrusts, "Ya...fuckin' love it...ya little whore...slut..."! 101 was about to reply but she bit her lip as the old man suddenly poked the tip of his middle finger up her ass and began to finger fuck her pucker! 'Wow...this is fuckin' great...the biggest cock I've had up me in a long time...' thought 101 as the fat cock squelched in and out of her cunt, stretching her cunt lips wide, '...and now he's fingering my ass too...' 101 considered. ‘That is perfect, Helen, doesn’t it feel good? How does your body react to your touch?’ ‘It is fantastic. I feel like there is a highway directly to my pussy … it is making me even warmer there.’ ‘Helen, now I want you to unzip your skirt, undo the button and take your skirt off. I’ll fold it up and place it over this chair with your blouse.’ Immediately after I spoke, Helen was lifting her hips and undoing her skirt to remove it. Once off, she handed it to me and I folded it over her blouse. I.