Soon she was trying to push back into my stokes, her grunts turning to soft moans of pleasure. I began to move a little faster, watching the globes o... her buttocks shake and wiggle with each stroke. Moving faster yet, the sound of our flesh slapping together was accompanied by little cries of her mounting passion as her breath came quicker. I found the whole experience as, if not more, satisfying than those early days with Ellen. Her cries rose in volume and pitch, as she approached her. She begged to her handsome stepson to pound him some more.Drake smirked as he soon enough turned her around and forced her to lay flat on the bed. Admittedly, she was such a beautiful slut, but damn did she know what to say to get him going. He then grabbed her and suddenly stuffed his raw cock into her pussy again. He raised her ass into the air. "God damn you're such a fucking slut." He moaned down at her and slapped her ass, making it turn a bright red as he began to rapidly slam his waist. Jayashri turned to face the bedroom door where she saw a sexy bitch with artificial brown hair The olive skinned woman was gorgeous. She was shorter than Jayashri, maybe 5’4″, with short, sexy legs, and what must have been a 38 bust. Her round face was cute, but given the circumstances she was a goddamn Vanitha. The woman walked through the doorway and up to the bed. She placed her face close to Jayashri’s and said, “There’s not much point in having a two headed toy if you only use it on one. ." She stopped when she saw Abigail hold up a book and gasped. "That isn't mine. That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um.