I stood at the end, staring. Papaw was laying behind Shelly, they were both on their right side. He was moving his hips and she was moaning “yes pap...w. Oh yes”. He had his hand in her hair and was making weird grunting noises. In retrospect, processing what was happening, she was enjoying being fucked. So I stood there. I didn’t know what to do. I had a feeling I should leave, but I just continued to watch. Suddenly he looked up. He stopped fucking Shelly, sat up and held his hand out to me. . Oncethey had been hard as steel from regular cycling adventures. Now theywere softening and growing thick. When he moved them, fat swayed gentlylike trees in a breeze. Strangest of all, they were so thick that theyrubbed against each other, even when he wasn't trying to squeeze themtogether. With some effort he managed to lift one leg and examine it.It was as shapely and feminine as his hips and ass, and his very malebrain wanted to fuck the woman they belonged to.That thought made him. " I'll have a think about it myself," Martha answered. "You said you had some questions for me?" I do, though please, if it causes you distress, do not answer or leave, I'll understand," I replied.Martha swallowed, and then nodded."Did Kimberley's behaviour change in any way in the weeks leading up to her disappearance?" I asked."Not that I can recall," Martha replied. "The police have already asked me that." No problems with her education?" I replied with another question."No ... but, I did. Kissing and licking, moving quickly from nipple-to-nipple like an X-rated version of connect-the-dots, I soon had her whimpering and baying. Easing her onto the bed I boldly went down on her hirsute muff, coughing up two furballs in the process. She had a distinctive taste, almost gamey, still much better than other Irish cuisine I had sampled.Her abundant pubic hair was so coarse it scratched my face as if I'd gone down on a porcupine. But that didn't deter me since I always travel with an.