She placed her knees on either side of my head and leaned over, gripping the base of my arousal and taking the tip into her mouth. The sound it brough... from me was something between a grunt and hiss of pleasure. I spread her cheeks and licked up the length of her sex, my finger probbing at her rear once again. “Oh god,” She whispered, her legs trembling. My free arm wrapped around her waist in response and forced her to sit further on my face as my tongue and finger slid into her. She felt one of her nails tear down to the quick and didn’t feel the pain. The fire in her lungs became unbearable as sparkling white lights exploded in front of her eyes. She was dying and there wasn’t anything she could do. He was too big, too strong. And she hurt so badly. A remote part of her mind was still thinking, still forming thought patterns, telling her how sad it was that there was no one that would miss her, no family, no real friends that would mourn her loss. She’d been on her. "I went to say something more when the girls came out on the porch. God, what a mess we had to clean up. They were even worse than the last time we saw them. Mark took some more pictures and busted up laughing at them. I just shook my head wondering how we were going to get all the paint out of their hair."Grandpa, do you have any turpentine I can use to help us get the paint off? Don't worry I can see the look of shock on your faces and I know what I am doing. Mom taught me how to clean hair. "Oh!" she blurted quickly stopping an urge to smile."What?" I guiltily challenged as I started to blush. "I was just curious why you were keeping them as you returned everything else?" Sally wasn't a cruel girl, and I was sure she was saying this in all innocence as I blushed like fury. I struggled for a reason to tell her why I hadn't returned her panties while I had everything else."Look I'm afraid I stained them after going to the toilet," I stuttered in shame. Hoping Sally would take my.