She didn't resist, resigned to her fate. Her cunt had dried since Reg had used it, and, gee whiz, I didn't have any lube in the apartment, so I just r...mmed my erection into her. She screamed in pain, which almost made me cum right then and there, but I was determined to prolong my little girl's ordeal.As I moved in and out of her suddenly-lubricated slit (whore!), I took to reminiscing out loud."Remember the first time?" I asked. She didn't respond; her eyes had glazed over. "You were twelve.. She was smiling sadly as she joined me at the car. She walked straight into my arms for a hug, and then she pulled my lips down for a gentle kiss. "Thank you for being here for me," she offered. "You're very welcome," I answered. She looked at me with a mischievous grin. "It's easy to imagine what my grandmother would say to me," she said. "She would have pointed out that if we ever have sex in this cemetery, we should do it on Aunt Florence's grave. She always said that old biddy needed to be. I continued gently squeezing her tits, and running my thumb across her nipple. My hand soon moved down, untucking her shirt, and moving into the front of her skimpy G-string. A sudden moan escaped from her as I found her very wet pussy and slid my fingers easily into that heavenly flesh between her thighs. She moved her legs a bit further apart, allowing me the true luxury of moving my finger in and out of her slick pussy; her soft, brown pubic hair damp with her own moisture. My other hand now. It took her only a moment or two and she had licked the plate clean. A strand of cum hung from her chin but otherwise it was all gone. Gabrielle reached across the table and wiped up the cum from her chin with her fingers and then made Peggy lick it off. ‘Well. Looks like the maid has done the dishes.’ We broke out laughing again. ‘Lets eat up cause I’m horny as can be. I want to get Peggy back in my apartment. I’ve got plans for her. She smiled at me. You might say that we finished our dinners.