But she was curious now. “She’s not coming here for Christmas?” “Not this year. She lives with her husband in Australia. They visit us over th... holidays every other year though.” * They had spent the night in front of the fireplace, wrapped in thick woolen blankets, eating home-made cookies, sipping hot punch and sharing stories of past times at the cabins. Whenever June and Edgar had shared a particularly funny moment, they had sent each other loving smiles and winks, and the small touches. There had been plenty of girls but he prided himself on trying never to forget those he abducted. He remembered the girls but he wasn't keen to let Strangways know. ?Really,? he said, feigning indifference. ?French girls, then, by the sound of it. Should I know ‘em??Strangways smiled patiently and took the photographs back. ?As you say, French. In fact it was a Frenchman who suggested I talk to you. The G?n?ral sends his regards.? Clegg gave no indication that he understood anything of what. She puts her hands on either side of my body and crawls up on top of me…her breasts pressing soft and heavy, sliding up my shins, knees, thighs…I finally feel their weight on my balls, then slowly rubbing up, squeezing my throbbing hard cock between them…she pauses, her huge tits engulfing my cock, only the head visible, throbbing, leaking precum…then she continues up my body…sliding her massive hangers up my stomach, and chest…until they touch my chin, then they separate, sliding against my. "Hearing about it would sound worse than it is. At least after it's over you'll probably feel that way."She paused, a noticeable silence falling over the room. "Well, okay, let's try it out and see how you do. Masturbate for me."I stared at her. In shock. I must have heard her wrong. What the hell?She repeated herself. "Mma, lift up your skirt and masturbate for me. Here. Now."She sounded more authoritarian than like that comforting Big sister. I had no idea what to do until my mind finally.