Meanwhile at the Bradley house, Charlotte was pouring a second cup of coffee as her mind swirled with her own thoughts of what had happened the previo...s day. Was it the wine that had lowered her inhibitions, or was it the fact that she had been without a man for so long that caused her curiosity about her son? And why was it that she felt no guilt at all over what had happened? Just then her thoughts were broken by the phone ringing.She checked the caller ID and saw who it was, and then. The shivering, coatless sprite took a few steps into the room and held her hands out to the heat of my crackling fireplace."Oh Mr. Spencer, this feels so good," she said. "I didn't realize the weather would turn so cold so quickly. Why, it was warm this morning! Don't you know me, Sir? I'm Debbie Darling from down the street. I'm out taking orders for Girl Scout cookies. Do you want to get any of my cookies?"God damn my horny, wicked soul to Hell, but my sex-stimulated mind took what the girl. I don't know anyone else who could have done what you did, with only a few simple treatments. From my own medical experience, I'd qualify it as a bonafide medical miracle." Well, if you say so, though I find it hard to believe, but if she talked about me so much, she must have told you why she shattered her arm, and why my approach to helping diminish cancer is so dangerous. Not only did I screw up her arm, but I also took a contained bone cancer and managed to spread it throughout her whole. He massages her asshole. She moans, "hmmm, I'm not sure about this." "Just relax baby, I'll be gentle, and you will enjoy it." He keeps probing at her hole. He puts more of her dripping cunt juices on her hole. Then he sticks his finger in her asshole. She moans, "hmm" but it hurts a bit. He doesn't move his finger. Then he feels her relax a bit, he moves his finger in and out a couple times. "hmmmm." She starts to move with him, pushing his finger into her a bit more. Then he sticks.