I'll I'll....oh god oh god... I I I'll let you have me...for sex...it's all I've got...I'm good ...I'm good at sex...let me prove it to you...don't re...ort me please...look..."She pulled her tee shirt over her head and pulled her joggers off, leaving her sitting on the couch looking imploringly at McPeevie, in just her black underwear. She made to unhook her bra, but he stopped her. "Hold on...lets talk fora minute or two....get to know each other a wee bit."She stopped immediately, surprise on. "Who did this to you?" I demanded."My husband," she replied in tears. "I didn't want to do it, but he beat me until I agreed."Estridge interrupted us again, on his return from checking the other rooms."My Lord, you need to see this also," he told us.He led us to a rear room that he had just come from. The old wife lay on the floor. She had been beaten badly, and had died sometime earlier on the floor. When the daughter-in-law saw this, she screamed and fainted. We were returning to the front. She relaxed again and looked up at me with her big dark eyes. They were large, larger than usual and full of excitement."Just... just show me how you do it. If I could only see, Mom... I could... god how I wish I knew how to make myself cum!" She put her head down on my breast again and hugged me really tight.She moved closer and suddenly it happened. I felt her pussy, her lips on my leg and... it was wet! I froze unable to think straight feeling the warm, slimy flesh of my daughter's most. ” I then took his hand and put it on my lower neck. He kind of rubbed it on my chest for some time, then pulled his hand away. He replied, “Thoda badan garam hai par bukhar jaisa to nahi lag raha.”I blurted out, “Ek kaam karo, thermometer leke aao na temperature check karte hai. Thoda bhi risk nahi le sakte. Zara bhi bukhar raha to problem hojayegi. Muje kal ghoomne jaana hai.” He replied, “Thik hai bitiya.” I quickly added, “Neha.” He replied “Huh?” I added, “Bitiya nahi Neha, ab main badi.