" Karen began to slowly, and playfully run her fingers through her nephew's sweaty hair. "Hours of mommy, fuCKing," she over-pronounced the -CK- in fu...king, "suCKing, cumming, screaming, and moaning." Karen smiled at him sweetly. "Is that what you want to see? Hmm?" "Fuck yeah I want to see it." Brad's imagination was running wild, imagining what the tapes were going to show. He'd heard her fucking through the walls before when she would bring guys home from the bar every now and then, but he'd. I think I let out an audible gasp and I felt nervous fluttering in my lower stomach. Could I make this work? Would that fit in me? He joined me on the bed and this time left the light on. He slowly pulled my panties down and off exposing my new intimate areas. I had worked out a lot and my thighs and belly were tight. My legs were spread a little and he looked me up and down, from my big heaving breasts to my trimmed and now open pussy. All he could say was beautiful. He crawled up next. It's no head at all, and no body, and no, well, no nothing. No me. Larry, why isn't there still any me? What's going on? Is this like forever now?"Uh-oh. She'd got to where I'd already been a couple of days ago. I hadn't said anything then, thinking I don't know what. Thinking maybe she wouldn't notice? It's a little hard not to notice that the only thing that's left about you right now is your, well, your spirit. Nothing physical at all, and when you talk there's just one person who can hear. Really nice.”“That’s fucked up.”“I know. I feel bad about it now. But, what can I say? You live and you learn…” There was much more: She described a list of crimes she had conspired upon and committed with these two dudes, one of him had been her boyfriend for years; she lived with him at the time. She said they made a lot of money through identity theft - they created credit accounts using the Social Security numbers of dead people… They had boosted cars, they had made bogus checks; not only.