 Mrs. Wellis thought that she had gotten to him, James just stood there almost frozen, until he looked right into her eyes and saidDon't you fucking...move.â Mrs. Wellis was shocked. Her son was swearing at her. Tears were welling up in her eyes but when she tried to wipe the tears, she found that she couldn't move her hand! Or any other part of her body. As she just lied on the couch bewildered, she heard James walk upstairs, and open a door.James opened his sister's door, there, to his. His pace now increased and he was driving her forward with each stroke and then roughly pulling her back by her hair. "Oh God yes, fuck me harder, please fuck me," she moaned over and over again, and then louder and louder she begged until she was screaming it over the sound of my husband pounding her from behind and slapping her ass. This was too much for me and I came a second time.She suddenly bucked and arched her back and screamed, "Fuck yes....Yes, I am cumming, oh fuck, fuck I love that. She had dishwater blond hair cut short. A pixie face with a cute upturned nose. Not really tall, maybe 5'6", slender but curvy, probably a little underweight for her height. She had a white blouse with a black skirt. The blouse was my favorite type, you know, kinda off the shoulder with elastic around the top, I guess what you would call a scoop neck. It was my favorite because even leaning over to pick up a drink lets you know the color of her bra.She was leaning over a little bit, ready to. . I'm gonna die!' She said.I sighed, although she didn't realise it, Esor was another of Jason's victims. If I release Rose then Esor would have nowhere to live, but if I didn't help Rose then Esor would die anyway! 'I would like to meet Rose.' I said quietly.Esor nodded and took my hand, she guided me through a corridor of closed doors, I'd already see this before, each room held the memories of something that had happened. Esor saw me looking at them.'They're the before's of Rose - things.