I wasnt expecting a verbal run-down lets say! With the lights now on, the amount of cum all over her face, hair&hellip,.and rear end in particular, su...gested it had been an interesting session to say the least. OK, thats it for the evening Jenna, I told her, as Graham appeared to finalise his one last shot for glory. Rather than disturb the other two, George and Larissa took a bunk each. After Wayne and Graham had taken their leave (and neither I noticed were walking that well) I sent Jenna in. It had fallen to Jenny to handle the arrangements for her father's funeral, which she had managed to do, despite her almost overpowering grief. One of the things that had hurt the most was that all of the people in the town were so afraid of Lubbock that they would not attend the funeral. Jenny read a funeral service and led them in a prayer, before the three children had to shovel the dirt into the grave. Amos' body had been wrapped in a shroud fashioned from a sheet, since the undertaker was. She had trimmed her pussy when shaving her legs during her bath. She touched the black nylon with one fingertip, pressing it between her already swollen labia and up against her clit. Perfect.Now she went to her dressing table. She checked her make-up, making sure it was just what she wanted, a bit provocative perhaps but not slutty. Then she brushed her red-blonde hair, arranging it so that it fell freely. That would have to be rearranged, of course, but when it was time for that she wouldn't. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to will such unhelpful thoughts away."What's the matter?" Sara asked, noting my wince. The evil bitch knewwhat she was doing, I was certain of it. This was just another way ofshowing her power over me, like the lion tamer who taunts his animalwith a flash of meat before taking it away. She proved this beyond alldoubt when, after she'd made me brush her hair for an absolute age, shecasually dropped her towel and walked over to her wardrobe."Which dress do you.