. you killed him!" Karen screamed frantically as she scrambled to pull herself out from under her uncle's bleeding body. The dead weight was more than...she was able to lift and she became panicked. "Get him off me! Get him off! Aaaaa ... Get him off!" She was pushing and thrashing around wildly, becoming more and more frantic with every passing second in a futile attempt to free herself. Then she felt the body being yanked sideways, and even in her current frenzied state Karen was intrigued with. He remembered just how it was too. His eyes slowly lowered, as he began to look at them, and she did nothing to stop that from happening. Mark smiled at the memory. \ He recalled how he soooo wanted to reach out and feel her bosoms even though her shirt was still on. He didn’t care. He didn’t really know what a woman’s, a desirable woman’s breasts, actually felt like. That day, way back 25 years earlier, was the day he would find out too. He leaned back in the rocking chair with his arms back. George’s bones. Now he was hearing her voice in his head? He sighed and pushed himself up on his elbows. Blinking against the light, he looked around the clearing. There was nothing out of the normal, nothing that hadn’t been that way the night before. ‘Cien.’ He heard his name again and this time it wasn’t in his head, it was behind him. Turning his head lazily he rolled to his feet quickly, his breathing quick. Regan stood half behind a tree, holding on to it lightly. She was smiling and. She was half dead watching those entire scenes and asked me to close. I did not do anything and moved the video a bit forward where the real game started. She began to enjoy the scene. I slowly closed the door and began to sit beside her. As I had not changed the dress and was still in towel my tent began to grow and was visible. She looked at it and started to smile. I got a single and gave her a wink.She slowly started getting close to me and I kept my hand around her back touching her boobs.