. my cock was hard and i told her that. she replie ,ill met you by your car when finished.so clocking off time was 6am .i was in my car waiting . when...i see her walking towards the car. dam she looked fine , she was jamaican but born in uk, very curvy ,not tall but thats why she wore the heels.as she jumped in the car she lent over and kissed me ,her lips soft and big ...wow.. i said maybe not here as people are just leaving . so off i drove ...there was a park with a large car park so i went. She turned, leaned into Jason's shoulder once more, sobbing harder than she had ever cried in her life. Her husband. Her lover. Her friend. Was gone.Jason held onto Mandy trying to comfort her as best he was able. He too was upset, Bob was his father. Perhaps they did not have a good or close relationship, but he knew his father loved him. Standing there, Jason shed a few tears with Mandy.As the casket was wheeled to the waiting hearse and loaded, Mandy and Jason walked behind it. He held her. . visit her for some weeks, to help her with a ball she's having. I simply cannot let her down?. Her voice had grown softer, and she found it hard to finish her statement, since Edward had taken of his coat and jacket, and had started rolling up his sleeves. He moved towards her, and she couldn't help but move backwards a little, until she bumped into the bed. ?That is odd, considering the note I received this afternoon from her husband. He seems to be of the opinion that you called on them. I was overcome by pleasure. Sex with my wife had never been this good. She usually just lay there and took it. This inspired me. As I continued to fuck, I grabbed my little girl’s throat and called her a slut. Her eyed grew in surprise and I began to fuck harder. “C’MON YOU LITTLE SLUT, FUCK YOUR DADDY”, I yelled. She began to cry. I fucked her harder and harder. She was groaning in pain now. She had stopped moving with me but I was too caught up in my little game to notice. As I reached orgasm.