."Since I was unable to move or speak, all that I could do was think, "Oh shit." I had a feeling that things were going to get even worse.---It was ne...rly a week since Westerman had murdered Lindquist and I had become little more than a puppet. I was more frustrated than ever, though there was also a calm acceptance that I could do nothing about it. At least not yet. I still hadn't given up completely.And though I was helpless to do anything other than what the doc told me, I had discovered. That’s pretty good for an old boy, I thought to myself. As I started to pick up a bit more speed and twist my hips to screw Helena a bit harder, I felt her legs rise up and then wrap around my thighs. “Okay, Lover,” she said more excitedly. “I want to come again, and I want to feel your goo squirt all inside of my pussy. Fuck me harder please. Fuck me really hard!” I knew that I would not have much control if I picked up that pace further, so I kept a slow pace but increased the pressure so. Neena’s children were at her mom’s that day. She was all alone at home with me. She heated up some delicious food she had made just that morning. Both of us ate well. She sat next to me and kept touching me and gave me enough opportunity to smell her and feel her warmth. When we were done eating, she glanced at me furtively and said, ” How about some dessert with me?” How could I refuse? My heart was pounding. She started disrobing. Off went her saree. Then came off her blouse hooks. She lifted. I haven't heard from him in overa week and when I call his number there's no answer." Does he have any family or a wife you can contact?" I asked. "Do youknow any of his friends' numbers?" Derek isn't married and he doesn't have any immediate family I knowabout," said Kate. "He's not the sort to have friends either. He is areal loner." Do you know where he lives?" I asked. "We could go over and pound on thedoor. Maybe he is sick." He has a big house on Vicarage Gate in Kensington," Kate.