Pineda is survived by her husband Edgar de Pineda. She was 19. Interment for Mrs. Pineda and her stillborn son, will be in San Diego, California in th... Cabrillo family cemetery.Connie is gone ... Edgar is gone ... I can’t stop crying. There was so much blood.Her last words to me, “What will Edgar do?”That is the only question I can answer ... Edgar went to Texas.When they arrived, having come overland, the Rescue people had to pull me away from her cold dead body, her still born son, cord still. There were curtains across the bed area and they were pulled shut. Same situation except my sister was back there with us. Mom and her were laying with their heads the opposite way as me. I suddenly felt a hand on my cock rubbing it through my shorts. She pulled my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it. It was mom. She wanted more. I reached over and felt my way to her pussy. I started fingering her as she stroked my cock. I was rubbing her clit as I fingered her and knew she was going to. .................It hadn't been that way for either of them. They had been buddies in high school, alone in the afternoon while their parents worked, jerking each other off, graduating to sucking, then fucking each other the first time after graduating. Of course, this was all private; on the 'outside', they were typical horny girl-chasing boys. But they knew they could pleasure each other privately, making having conquests less important; feeling up and fingering girls were the objective,. I felt her hand running along my leg, grabbing for my cock. I let her. I knew she would want to stroke me as I played with her.By now she was laying on the couch, on her back, with her head in my lap. One leg draped over the edge and the other bent up along the back of the couch. I could feel her wetness soaking her pants. Still I slowly run my fingers up along the inside of her legs, along the outside of her beautiful little slit, but still not touching her treasure. My god she was soaked.By.