A drunk driver. Fat feckless and over fifty. A life needlessly snuffed out. It happens, far too often. We’re killing each other in droves far more e...ficiently than some vague shadowy organisation that our government scares us with. The car is a most lethal weapon of mass destruction and nothing is being done about this carnage. Sorry, I’m just so angry. He was only 42. I was shocked when I saw Allan’s son at the funeral service. I haven’t seen the boy for at least 4 years. He’s 16 now and is a. As if on cue he deftly reached down and slipped a finger inside my sopping pussy. My back arched, my legs trembled as I came in his hand, his finger deep inside me feeling my pussy as it milked his fingers, throbbing, clenching. My breath was a ragged gasp. “Come again.” He said, his mouth on mine. Before the throws of my first orgasm had passed the sound of his voice, his fingers inside me, I did as he wished. My left arm gripped his shoulder digging clenching as I came a second time, more. "Thank you for coming so promptly," he told us with a bit of a smile."What can we do for you, Grandfather?" Pat asked with concern in his voice on seeing our Grandfather's condition."When you were here previously, we briefly talked about the shortage of books and the lack of mechanical printing here. You mentioned that one of your 'Uncles' had set up a printing business in the Otherworld without the use of electricity or a lot of steel."I meant to talk to you further about it, but when you. . but you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off scraps and serving as a source of relief by taking beatings, you've only gotten by on endurance and cunning to avoid more beat downs. This was your existence...... WAS being the.