Still, ideas hammered home over so many years are hard to displace.After the water was shut off, they could hear the murmuring of both voices for a wh...le. Then, they just heard Norma's voice. They could not make out words, but she spoke in quick bursts, and there were soon more moans than words."Are... are they doing it?" Lindsey asked tentatively."I don't think so. Not yet," Becks replied. "I only hear Mom's voice. I think that means Daddy's going down on her. Mom says he's a very considerate. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda couldn't draw a breath with the massive ball of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen strong men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same time, until it felt as though. I told her I love big bellies and that I would love to rub your tummy. She ask me why do you like fat bellies, most men hate fat women. I told her I love big belly grandmas type. She was quiet for a moment or two, I thought I scare her. She said come sit with me in her car. So we got into her car and then she said okay you can rub my belly. I nervously reach down and started to rub her belly. Oh it was soft and it was so erotic. She looked at me, I knew she had that look of. “It’s quite simple really, revenge.”“For your daughter’s rape and murder? But what do these victims have to do with...”“Oh, not the victims themselves. They are simply the instruments of my revenge.”“I don’t understand.”“Let me regress a bit. You were right about my knowing that Burt Toomey was being paroled. I’ve waited patiently these twelve years for his release. Then three weeks ago when he was released, I arranged to meet him at a bar, I drugged his drink, offered him a ride back to his.