There was a grainy picture of her, and it was the same person. So who was the woman I picked up Christmas Eve?. She had no relatives that could be fou...d, and had just split with her boyfriend hours before. In spite of extensive Police enquiries no one had admitted to running her down, or was even a suspect. She was buried in our local church yard, in an unmarked grave.I uncovered several archived articles about the case in the local paper. The local Vicar took the burial service, and appealed. I was so turned on when Robert licked and sucked on my pretty untouchedpussy. I was holding his hands, while his tongue danced along my folds.His tongue was licking my pussy up and down. I wrapped my legs aroundhis neck. I was bucking my pussy into his face. Robert then inserted afinger or two into my pussy. He fucked me with his fingers and thenwould lap the juices that were flowing out of my cunt.“Oh Robert, please don’t stop. Oh God, that feels so wonderful. Oh God!Oh God!”Robert was rubbing. It was great watching her walk all the way back, but what had us more turned on than usual was all the stares and some comments she received on the way back. As we had ripped each others clothes off Linda was talking about them how she felt their looks, she had been really wet, wet enough to soak her knickers through before I even touched her.Over dinner Linda had been suggesting we walk back home the same route, maybe some of the same people would be there and they would look and shout over at. " Couldn't we just turn on the lights?" All in good time. Humor me."Slowly Catherine moved to the table where the single flame flickered in the small air currents created as she neared."Hold the candle so I can see your face."Even though she was not at all sure she wanted to, Catherine found herself complying with the woman's request -- or had it been a command politely phrased?"Ah, you are very beautiful, Catherine. Rhonda did not exaggerate. Now set the candle down and turn around so I may.