Ron visited his mother and he telephoned me. He told me Melinda cried all day, because her daughter did not visit her. I told Laya what Ron had told m.... Laya was angry. She visited Emily and told her that she had to go to see her Mother. Confronted with her behavior and her duty to her mother, Emily broke down and cried. Laya held her and soothed her, and told her that it was time to make peace with Melinda.I took Emily to the hospital. We arrived at her ward. When she saw us she began to cry. We do however like to keep things interesting in the bedroom (or outside). The wife is mid 30s medium build with long brown hair and a big bust. I am also medium build with brown hair and early 30s. On this night she was wearing just purple knickers and had no top or bra on.We are both into our box sets both together and separate. On this particular night we were watching separate programmes on our phones. I was lead with my head on the pillow with my body under the sheets. She was on top of. Wouldn’t someone have stopped him? And how did he manage, soaked in blood, to sneak into an internet café?A voice spoke to me from the dark. The soft female voice again. It was sweet as honey, the voice, but its words bit.“In China, they stand. They watch. The bystanders don’t usually get involved. They watched the girls get murdered. Are they as guilty as the killer? Do you think?”I dropped my phone, bounced up in bed, scanned around the room, yelled, “Who’s there?”The voice disappeared. I. Every cock and pair of balls exposed and every pert little ass and pair of boobs available for view.It looked to me as though Miss Jane had definitely imposed specific tastes on her people. All the cocks were large. All the guys behind them were completely different. There was a huge range in looks, ethinicity and age. But they all looked ready to go.The same was true of the girls. All had larger than average breasts, but that was where the similarity ended. There was as big an age, ethnicity.