“Won’t be long Mummy,” called Emma downstairs. “Just a bit of lippy - is madam ready, she didn’t have any knickers on earlier.”“I’ll c...eck.” With that Doreen went through to the lounge and could see instantly that the bright dark auburn curly headed girl was under dressed by the way she sprawled on the carpet, her head on her hands, her knees bent up, feet wide apart, not caring, glued to Peppa Pig on screen.“Right young lady come on, let’s get you sorted. Where’s your knickers?” Doreen asked. That's when he produced the poppers, I have to say that when I take poppers I usually get carried away so I thought I'd stay clear of them, he took a blast and but the cap back on and started to ease his cock in between my arse cheeks he hadn't lubed up and I could feel his cock head pressing against my hole then he just bent me forward and pushed hard, the pain was instant but amazingly his cock head slid into me and then he shoved hard, that did two things, it pushed me forward so that I had. “But I have no objections. Now one thing that you could consider, they have a memorial garden at the hospital, where kids and their parents can go to, sit in the peaceful area, get out of the wards. I seem to recall them having a memorial wall there where for kids that didn’t survive, there was an option for their ashes to be placed there. So maybe that’s an option for her ashes...” I had to pause for a second. “Maybe her ashes could be put in there?”“That sounds a lovely idea,” Beth said. “Who. Jeremy...didn't look like much. You felt bad about judging so quickly, but appearences were somewhat important to you. He wore a stained shirt, most likely from work over the years, and some dusty jeans. He had balding square head that showed off his, admittedly, impressive mustache. A trustworthy smile was right beneath the black stache. His body was a strange thing. It looked bronzed from years of work and his pudgy body looked like muscles layered over. You shook his hand. Strong but.