Beth hugged me fiercely for severalminutes. She did not say a single word; she did not need to.There followed a succession of hugs and the physical co...fort wasgreater than any that words could bring. Even Aunt Vera seemedkind and compassionate that day.I was shivering by the time we got home again and we took it inturns to have a warm bath and get into clean dry clothes. Thepain had not gone, but its intensity had dulled somewhat. Thefuneral and the graveside service gave us all some closure.. The more he used her the more she wanted. Nothing could be better than what his happening to her right now his dick, the plug, the mirror, all of it was leading her to a quick orgasm. She began to push back on his dick as he pushed in trying to get it deeper into her. She wanted as much of it as possible, nothing else mattered but his cock and how he fucked her.He slowed his pace down and she could feel him reaching for the plug. He soon stopped and pulled out. His dick was dripping with juice. Dadi ne bola, “Tum kyu utaar rahe ho?” Maine bola, “Dono saath mein hi naha lete hai.” Fir main dadi ke shareer per sabun lagane laga. Dadi thoda uncomfortable feel kar rahi thi. Magar mujhe maza aa raha tha.Maine unki gaand mein sabun lagaya. Mera lund bilkul khada ho gaya tha. Mujhe koi sharam bhi nahi aarahi thi mera lund dadi ki gaand ko touch kar raha tha. Dadi ne bola theek hai ab main jaa rahi hu fir maine dadi ko dono hatho se pakad liya.Dadi ne bola “Yeh kya kar rahe ho” maine bola. "We want to pay you. We're looking to hire a whore for the weekend, and you're looking pretty qualified."Some of the anger returned to her face. "I'm not a whore, I' m a--" I interrupted her with a second slap. Now both of her cheeks blazed red."I don't like backtalk from my girls," I told her calmly. "If we say you're a whore, you're a whore. Got it?" She sniffed and nodded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. I slapped her again. "Say it." I... I'm a... whore", she managed, the.