Her long auburn hair was slicked behind her head, reaching someway down her back. Rivulets of water were cascading over her body. She was simply beaut...ful. Her body was tanned perfection, bronzed from her career teaching yoga in the park.His eyes were drawn straight away to her breasts. As he looked at them, he could feel his shorts growing damp with precum. They were whiter than then rest of her body, but they still looked great. She was in the seventh month of pregnancy and his baby sister. .......I need to be fucked......hard, pussy is not enough for me now I’ve been introduced to cock again I want more inside Luke............please take me to be fucked.”Again I’d tell her quietly that we can’t do anything whilst her sister is off work. Begrudgingly she’d listen to reason and leave me alone for about an hour then send me dirty texts that I’d have to remember to delete.After fourteen long nights my missus eventually went back to long tiresome hours and work and I was free to. She was able to accept his full length without difficulty and they seemed to fit together quite well. Marcel was being a gentleman about it but then she realized it was because he wanted it to be as silent as possible so that their position would not become compromised to the railway guards. She knew he was probably keeping an eye on the track so she started to do all the work of sliding up and down his shaft with her tightly grasping lips happy that her juices were pumping oodles of liquid to. It was Ferguson who knew about the old legend and had kept his comrades entertained with tales of the awful doings of the Spirit of the Old Wood. On stormy winter nights his tales had gone down very well, as they supped old port and listened to Fergie's tales against the scary background of the rain beating upon the windows and the wind howling.Father Stephen nodded. That was one mystery explained. But what was behind the shining light, the screaming as of a siren and the cackling demented.