Cousin Janice had died the previous day, cause uncertain, while her older husband was out of town with the c***dren. A dilemma. Janice and I had fucke... each other's brains out the prior summer. Before she had some corrective procedure and conceived her own c***d. No, it was two summers earlier. I couldn't just abandon my friend and head off to the funeral -- that would mean Dave and Ashley would have to leave too. House rules. I called mom to say I just couldn't make the funeral, to give. The lower swell of tit below her enlivened nipples at thispoint could have held the contents of standard soft-drink cans, as hermammalian capacity seemed to increase. Periodically, the serene air ofmoaning passion was broken by her impassioned cries of sudden ecstasy.Paul did not think they were orgasms in the...traditional sense.Sometimes, as he would impale her cunt, as he teased her tits, shewould shriek herself hoarse and undergo what seemed to bea...a...breast spasm, amidst copious streams. I heard that four of the niggers were dead and the other three had lost a lot of blood. I saw Higgings being taken away by a gurney. He was ok except he was bloody all over. Damn bitch had grabbed the one dull knife that I had there. Of course she was inhumanly strong and she did some damage but Higgings was alright. "Did I do ok Paul..did I," He asked me as he was being lifted out. I told him that I would never worry about anything as long as he was around. I never saw a happier eighty year. She took his hand and showed him how to rub and how to finger her. She took his finger and pushed it into her cunt pulling it in and out in a fucking motion. He soon got the idea and she let go of him and he continued to finger fuck her. "Harder and faster" she told him. He than began to really finger her cunt. "Use another finger" she screamed as he added a second finger to her hole. As he fingered her hole she soon came on his fingers. She then grabbed his hand and sucked his finger as she.