Jones said, "Masturbate for me, pet."I looked at Mrs. Jones, and slowly slid two fingers of my right hand into my moist pussy. As I fingered myself, I...watched as Mrs. Jones licked her lips, her hands slowly lifting to her perfectly round breasts, her fingers gently tracing around her wonderfully hard nipples. Watching Mrs. Jones tease herself made me finger myself harder and faster, my pussy becoming wetter by the second. The sloshing sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy. .. I only came out for a... run... fuck”. He was fucking her now as if his life depended on it, her tits bouncing with each thrust, his dick pumping in and out. She cried out now in ecstasy “oh FUCK YES give it to me, fucking own my cunt!”. Her legs began to give, only his grip on her hair keeping her upright. “Fuck, fuck, yes.... nnnghnnngh FUCK”. She was lost now, her eyes rolled back as she came, her thick juices covering his cock.This only spurred him on more, his own orgasm close. He. I fucked her in every hole. I took video of her sucking my cock, video of her bent over the sofa with my cock fucking her in her pussy and arse. I came in her mouth, cunt and arse. I fucked her in his bed, I fucked her in his shower. Even when he called her on the phone I made sure that I was fingering her. She had a silent orgasm as he droned away on the phone. I made sure I made her cum as much as possible - I bet Dad wasn't giving her that thrill.The next time we all got together (under the. ”She paused in thought. Then, “I think she died.”“Drugs?” I asked.“No I don’t think so. I think she was beaten up by her boyfriend and didn’t survive. It made the papers, he was sentenced to life, minimum twenty-five years. There was talk that he only just missed being hung for it.“You could try the Manchester Evening News: it’ll be in their archives. You came to me in ‘65 aged four, and you’d been fostered somewhere else in the meantime. Try going backwards from March or April 1965. Big.