Some time later, crazed with remorse, William Wentworth placed a marker at the head of his daughter’s grave. Then he shot himself and died, falling ...cross the grave of his daughter. Later the marker was stolen and now no one knows where that grave is located.“Legend has it that every so often she comes back from the grave for an evening of sex that borders on the verge of depravity. If the man she chooses refuses her or doesn’t perform well, she kills him. If he performs well, to her desires. Peace, quiet, freedom and privacy.You decide to walk back to your apartment, the exercise will do yougood, and the fresh air will be a tonic. With each step the streetsbecome quieter and you find yourself on a familiar street with oftvisited shops. You pause outside a vintage boutique, drawn to the dressin the window. It's beautiful, black silk with covering of fine ornatelace, wide neck, long sleeves, it would end just above your knee. Thepause becomes linger and your mind focuses. Once again he starts to try to lick my crotch again. This time he succeeds. He actually licked me. The funny thing is that it felt good. So he came right back to do it again.That went on for a minute when the thought crossed my mind to let him fuck me. Ok nasty yes but who would ever know? So I lay back on the bed and put my feet up and let him really get into eating me. I am laying there about to cum when I feel him jerking. I look down and his red penis is hangin out and he is humping. It had been a few years since I had seen them because they had been living overseas for a while and I looked forward to seeing both of them again.My aunt was also a very tall and extremely attractive woman who taught physical education at another exclusive girls school in east London. She was only 37 years old and was very athletic having won a gold medal for England in swimming in the Commonwealth games when she was only a teenager. However she had a fearsome reputation as a strict.