Melville doesn't have supernatural powers. He's just a man, just like you. Kill him! Kill him before the week ends, or you'll die in his place." Or wo...ds to that effect.Ed and Susan crashed Fitzgerald's psychiatric offices the next morning, once again making our point. Fitzgerald had so many dark secrets in his past we had a difficult time picking one to demonstrate our unusual ability to ferret out facts unknown to anyone but the individual we accosted. We settled on his propensity to. I got my chair out from the cellar and sat out in the sun with my sun top on and a very flimsy skirt that one would call just modesty keeping.The sun was bright so I set myself down in a very private part of the garden where I was not overlooked by any neighbours and settled down to my story.After about half an hour I felt so hot that I decided to relieve myself of my panties as they were sticking to me and making me feel uncomfortable. I had already removed my bra as the sun top I had on had. She started comparing my Lund with Vishal, my deep thrust were better than him. I was fucking with more give and take, controlled for pleasure for both of us. Vishal used to fuck her just to cause pain and only his pleasure. Whole night I was fucking her with very much mixed feelings. I found her choot very suitable, and tight fit for my fat Lund. We had tried many positions But less orgasms or climax. We slept naked in each others arms and locking each other, as if some body trying to pull us. I just couldn't leave without at least trying to do something."Tears of appreciation filled both sisters' eyes, "My dear sweet Isabel, come here." Constance held her arms out through the bars of the cage and Isabel came to her. She kissed the younger girl on the cheek and said with all sincerity, "Thank you for thinking of us Isabel. You are very kind and brave. Thank you so very much."Isabel smiled shyly, "Little more than you would have done for me to be sure. Now, how do we get you two out.