He drew back his cock and rammed into me again. The door rattled as his flesh smacked into my panty-clad ass. His dick buried to the hilt in me. Pleas...re rippled through my body. My breasts jiggled in the nightie.“Yes, yes, yes fuck your mother!” I moaned. “Plow me, Faizel. Plow me so hard. You need this. My whorish clothing made you erect. Use Mommy's pussy to satiate yourself.”“Yes!” he grunted, pounding me so hard, his dick plunging over and over into me. “Fuck, Mom, fuck!”His balls smacked. She would have sex at work with either Clyde or Earl, and sometimes both every couple of days, and then she would go home and have sex with Robert as well. She was having more sex than she had ever had in her life, and she loved the attention. Clyde and Earl kept trying to convince Janet to spend a whole night with them, but for the first few weeks, no opportunities presented themselves. Finally, Robert had to go away for work for two weeks, and Janet decided that this would be her chance to. The large bush area with walking tracks is where the boys at school had said was the place to go, as families did not go into that area. So, as I walked over the grassy area, a man was walking his dog. As I walked, he came over my way and I could see when he walked past me he looked at my top being unbuttoned. I have to say I was a bit scared, but I was very excited, knowing he was looking down my open school uniform and seeing my small boobs.The man said good afternoon and, as much as I knew. Andy didn't believe it was his job to constantly reassure people, but to be there and let them talk; let them experience their grief. He listened while they blamed God and let them know that it was O.K. to be angry at God. He let them work through their guilt and was there to listen and occasionally reminded them they'd done all they could and that it was O.K. to get on with life. The process took a long time, and, in fact, Andy felt that if a person claimed to have come to accept the death too.