I made my way to the back of the house, knocked at theback door, again no response; I found the hidden keyand let myself in through the back door. I c...ecked thechildren’s bedrooms, all the bed’s were empty, I wentto Sian and Tim’s bedroom, again no one there, thelight from the hall showed that the dressing table wascovered in make-up, there were skimpy dresses hangingup on the back of the wardrobe door as if Sian wasdeciding what to wear, I made my way to the livingroom, I was. .. feels good doesn't it?" I said teasing her, now slipping a finger fully inside my mom's wet slippery cunt as I wormed it about inside her. "Come on mom ... at least admit it. Admit you're enjoying this." Ok, ok ... I am. There! Satisfied?" She cried out, squirming once again against her restraints, though feebly now as though trying to show me she was still fighting against this. Only that's when she also happened to glance up at the clock on the kitchen wall. "Oh God ... Dorothy!" She. She had sought this kind of fulfilment in God; she had found it in another human being.~~~~~~The look of misery on Peter’s face that evening told her everything, even before he spoke.“Mother Clare says that tomorrow I can leave…have to leave,” he stammered, almost in tears. “She says there is nothing more that she, or you, can do for me here, and she needs this bed for another patient. Oh Abigail, what can we do?”Abigail couldn’t speak. She just shook her head, a solitary tear running down her. By ten o'clock the rain began with huge drops and within minutes you couldn't see through our lounge room window and water was pooling under the front door, blown in by the wind, which was also making the house shake. That was when the lightning began in almost complete sheets, the thunder an almost continuous clap. Now personally, having spent almost my complete life living and working outside in most all kinds of weather, I find being inside, dry, in a nice cosy bed, with a full stomach, a.