Lifting the hem of her dress up, I playfully pull her panties taut between her cheeks, the silky material tightening and rubbing against her moistened...pussy, causing her to break our kiss with a surprised squeal and laughter. Nuzzling down her neck, I reach around her and slid her panties down over her hips and thighs. Then caressing my hands over her hips as I feel her work her panties down her legs and step out of them.Massaging and spreading her firm ass cheeks, I hear her gasp "OOOOHHH" as. But her death, her purpose of death was his to study and to alter as he saw fit through his imagination.He imagined his wife tied and tortured as this girl had been. Pictured her raped over and over by a man old enough to be her grandfather, disgusting enough to consider as filth. He imagined his wife humiliated, her place as the dominating spouse degraded to cowering slave by an illiterate pervert who would use her as he pleased, urinate on her, use her as an ashtray, starve her and then. . raped by some foul monster... cursed to be the slave of a crueland demonic Mistress... Oh! Poor Star Lily! But lucky, lucky Holly. ---------- They wrapped around Star Lily now, almost crushing her with the pressureof their grip. Tears filled the girl's soft, brown eyes, the only expressionof the torment she was now feeling. Another tendril had joined the first inher mouth, stretching her jaw. She could barely breath, and the air she couldwas tainted by the odour of this monstrosity. Star Lily. Chris's mother was unique and she was a stunner. I took quite a fancy to her and often had fantasies about playing with her when Chris was not around. She doesn't look like your typical mother, with the fact she looks more like an older sister than anything. I don't come to Chris's house often but when I do, I look forward to any encounter with her. I remember one morning, our first encounter; she was sitting on the couch, wearing only a short white t-shirt. Her wavy black hair sat seductively.