“move closer” she said spreading her legs a little wider and I walked on my knees toward the couch.“You can take a really good look if you like,...or get up and leave the room, but if you leave don’t let me ever catch you spying on me again!” she said sternly, “either way, it will always be OUR secret and your dad and sister will never know”When she said, “closer look” I’d caught a whiff of hot, musty pussy and my head began swimming as I stared at her open fuck toy from a foot away.“I can look?”. “Oh yeah, keep going, oh god, oh, oh yes, oh god yes.”I lower my head, lay Suzanne down beside me. I push my finger middle finger inside, then another, I try for a third but she is too tight. I keep going in with my fingers; I can feel the pressure building up Suzanne moaning again.“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes.”As I finger her, her hands reached round, undo my belt buckle, unbutton my jeans and then boxers, and start stroking my 6 inch cock. I can feel her pressure inside her vagina force my fingers. A woman pulled up just short of the body. It was Irma. She turned over the body and screamed ‘Laurence!’ and screamed again for the last time ever as another car loaded with drunken youths hit Irma sending her flying into the air and across the street where she was run over by a dump truck that accelerated away. Ben walked through an alley into the next street where Pat was waiting, shaking like a leaf. ‘It’s all over darling you best let me drive as we need you to calm down.’ Ben drove. Mom asked me an embarrassing personal question that only I could answer (And if you think I'm going to tell you, then you'll be disappointed -- I'll only admit that it had to do with an injury to a certain male anatomical body part) and my response seemed to satisfy her. "John," she said, "I received a phone call from the authorities earlier today about the explosion at the plant, and you have been officially listed as dead." I nodded, thinking back, and then suddenly I realized why the gift.