I saw Mandy lying under the tires of a big pick-up. The driver, in an effort to reverse the damage backed up right over her chest crushing her ribcage... Using my magic I lifted the truck and pulled Mandy free. She was coughing blood as I took her into my arms. Mentally, I called 911 requesting an ambulance."Hold on, Mandy. Help is on the way." I stroked her hair and her cheek. Her breathing was extremely labored. Her blood was drenching my shorts as I prayed for her. Slowly Mandy opened her. Her husband was a Latin Scholar and a Professor at WellesleyCollege. Did Jacquelyn have crazy hours like Peter? Yes. Did shespecial vacations for the children? Yes, every year! Jacquelyn wasstill an orthodox Jew. Of course, she is woman, so, she was atraditionalist, no modern orthodox for her. When she died, she was 100years old, she was surround by her children (and her grandkids, greatgrandkids, etc.) and he husband. Before she died, her husband kissedher, she smiled and then she. I was shaking all over as my orgasm went through my body. And all this time I was cumming I was thinking that another man had made me cum.Once my orgasm ended I fell back on the bed exhausted trying to catch my breath. Tim got up off the bed and I could hear him in the paper bag again. I just laid there not knowing what was coming next. I was hopping that my yelling hadn't woken up the k**s.I felt Tim get back in bed and move down between my legs. I jumped when I felt his finger hook in the. I gave her a moment to recover, then slid my prick slowly back to the hilt. A long, loud "ooohhhhhh," escaped her lips as I moved forward into her body. This time I didn't stop and began easing myself back and forth, in and out of her in slow strokes. A long series of "ooohhhhs," and "aaaahhhhhs," come out of her mouth with each thrust, and I saw her head moving from side to side under the gown.My pace quickened as I fucked my daughter harder and faster. My cock had never been harder, feeling.