"Hey come on mom, it's not your fault, it was never your fault." Yes it was. I should have done something about him sooner, he should have never laid ... finger on you."My eyes watered now too. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. It's over mom, he's gone."She cried even harder now. "Yes, because I killed him. I'm a murderer, I'm nothing more than a murderer." No mom, you're not. You're not a murderer. You're a wonderful human being who just protected her daughter.You're not to blame, he's,. He very much reminded me of my father, kind and gentle. He was always well dressed and groomed. He was a very classy man. He was confident and had that look of success which is very attractive. I had no idea if he was in any kind of relationship; it wasn’t my place to ask. The other women in the office were all older than me and they all spoke very highly of him. He was everyone's favorite manager.One day while chatting, I complained about the cold weather and how I hated winter. He. He released both Sam and Pat and stood up so he could look at all of them at the same time. "I know this is going to sound ... Well, hell, I don't know how this is going to sound but I'm going to say it anyway. You three have been telling me we need to be honest and I know deep down you're right but it's a little bit embarrassing."When I'm with any one of you," he said taking a deep breath. "Making love, having sex..." Fucking like bunnies!" Grace interrupted."Grace, stop that," Pat scolded.. Aaahhh I like this pain. Aaahhh even you would love his pain if he was your husband.Aaaahh he would have torn your pussy apart aaaahhh”.My mil was quiet as she saw her daughter being fucked mercilessly with hard jabs and pain but like I said she did not leave the room till I came in her daughter with loud grunts as her tight pussy muscles gripped my cock well and she too in sometime watered in front of her mom as I still kept jabbing her hard and really fast like an engine. It was more like we.