Jane was nowhere in sight. On a hunch I looked at the tombstone. It had the original name of Jane Apple scratched out and a new name scribbled beneath...it, Sarah Green. A birth date was added too. April 21st, 1864. She was 29 when she was murdered. Since her body was found in the morning of the 22nd chances were she was killed on her birthday. I listened to Lt. Gibson moan and complain about my disappearance for the next few hours until it was time to go home. My thoughts were just bouncing all. She, Val, was supposed to look like a budding pre-teen. What I got was this total sex-bomb.I can only suppose the surprise showed on my face because she said, “Surprised? Me too. I had an unexpected growth spurt.”The laugh that accompanied the confession aroused thoughts of girls and hayrides, kissing under the bleachers during chill autumn Friday night home football games, ice skating under the stars at the city park, long walks holding hands in fields of spring wildflowers, or sipping a two. And in the party where every body are busy talking laughing and watching some news….My mother is getting fucked by my grandpa in my room…They forgot I was in the washroom…They both weren’t nude…She just lifted her sari and he just took his dick from his dhoti slowly fucking her….She was moaning with pleasure and asking him not to cumm in her as she was not on pill…The best shock I got when I happened to see my friends mom running towards them in hurry and throwing her heels, removing her panty. ”She nodded but I could tell she wasn’t sure.Being rather small, I knew it would not hurt her much. So I pressed on and was rewarded when the head of my cock popped inside her. She whimpered but did not try to push me away. I pressed on and soon I was fully inside her. Tight took on a new meaning and I felt like a warm vise had grabbed hold of my dick. This was a new sensation for both of us, something that only we cold ever share.Very slowly I began to stroke.I watched as Anita’s face went.