”Both girls recognised Lauren’s voice and shuddered. She would definitely be making their last year or so at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College abs...lutely miserable.“That’s fine, thank you, Miss. I shall give these naughty girls a Friday detention next week and some lines to complete and we shall draw a line under all this unpleasantness, I think,” Miss Marks spoke softly.“Plus, if it was to happen again then I think these two young ladies are aware what will happen to them and I’m sure that. Hand me that 3/16 ratchet."Nick handed his father the tool. He shook the empty can, double checking that there was no more beer and tossed the can into the corner making a bank shot into the recycling bin."Want another?" He offered his father as he turned towards the kitchen door.His father gave him a nonverbal wave off and Nick returned to the kitchen to see if he could pump any information out of his mother. First he wanted to raid their medicine cabinet and see if there was anything he could. Her fingertips moved lightly through my sparse pubic hair and I cried out, nearly losing it when I felt them slide through my dripping wet vaginal opening. I cannot even begin to describe what I felt when her soft, slender fingertips slid easily through the juices streaming out of my hungry pussy. There aren’t enough superlatives in the English language to explain the feeling. And the best was yet to come!Her fingers didn’t enter me. They slid through the moisture that must have been pouring. “You’ve held that in for two years?” she cried. “My poor Jacob. My darling, darling Jacob.” Her arm wrapped around my chest and she hugged herself to me. “Those things you remember ... the recovered memories of your past life ... those things really happened to you, didn’t they?”“Yes,” I croaked. “Eighty years, ten months, and twelve days. I lost my first wife, Rebecca, to cancer. My second wife to a deteriorating heart. I left behind a son and a daughter and four grandchildren, one of them.