“Is this anything to do with you?” she asked.I had no idea what she was on about, the knickers were definitely hers so she couldn’t be thinking ...hey belonged to another woman I might be seeing, so what was it?I shrugged and gave her a quizzical look and simply said sharply, “What?”“My knickers,” she said, “they seem to be full of dried spunk stains and I wondered if you had been using them to pleasure yourself!”I smiled and gave a half-hearted laugh & said,“No babe it has got nothing to do with. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a ringer for his dad. Is it me, or are kids maturing much more quickly these days? I must be getting old. Even policemen look far too young. Paul and I didn’t attend the wake. I couldn’t bear seeing anymore of Allan’s mousy, stupid little wife or hear her irritating Home Counties English accent. More to the point, I couldn’t accept the ghost of Allan in the shape of Jamie, his son.Paul has taken Allan’s death far harder. At the point where the resistance had been too great he took a gulp and pressed on. She screamed, making him cringe, but he still pressed on.The hand felt like it was tearing her apart. But at the last second, her flesh about to split she felt her rim grip over his knuckles."Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The sphincter was closing around his wrist, his fist inside her."Oooohhhhhh Goddddd!" It felt like she was sitting on a flag pole. Grimbald had done it. His hand was inside her tight rubbery void. He. The guys eyes were bugging out as they could see not only her nipples, but her small patch of pubic hair as well as her pussy lips. She dove into the pool and swam over to Danny. As she surfaced in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. Did you invite me here to show me off to your friends? she asked him. He blushed but admitted that he did. She said Well then, lets give them something to look at. With that she leaned forward and kissed him. She said when.