There was a strong wind blow for a few seconds.Silence again! Complete eerie silence. Anita could feel no one around her anymore. Again tears welled u... in her eyes.She had no idea as to what just happened, happened for real or was it just her imagination! She took her hand to her pussy. It was wet and dripping with her cum. She touched the ground below her pussy. Her cum had formed a nail deep puddle. She took a handful of her cum from the ground and rubbed it over her cunt!Her wetness returned. Her tomb is in a hidden corner of our garden. There is a whispered rumor that her voice had been heard from the tomb for many days after my father had buried her there. The tomb is built of granite, only half immersed into the earth, with small ventilation holes in its padlocked heavy and now rusted iron door, so she might have been heard had she still lived, but I have never met anyone who whispered that they had heard her themselves, only that they had heard the tale. I have always shunned. She could feel her long hair around her shoulders. Her generous breasts bounced and jiggled with every movement of the car. Between her legs, her pussy still tingled from the fucking she had received. Did her future hold nothing more than being this monster's sex slave? "I-if you think I'm going to let you rape me again, think again."Bill laughed. "I didn't rape you. You wanted it, remember?" That was the drug. If you try it again I'll make you regret it," Jeff said defiantly. Even if Bill. I made my way into the living room after kissing her hard on the mouth, she pushed her tongue into mine, and grabbed my shoulders as I cupped her breast. I sat on the sofa and she got me a tea from the open plan kitchen area. I could hear her flatmate vacuuming in the bedroom. My lady told me that her flatmate was a singer and had an audition for a famous club that night. We chatted a little, but kissed even more, my hands creeping up her t-shirt to caress her breasts and tweak her.