"Shirley came in with Janice. Janice was still upset. Shirley had dressed her in a pair of her pants and a shirt. Janice said, "I need to tell you wha...t happened. Ed came into my room and grabbed me. He twisted my arm behind me and forced me in here. His father was coming in as Ed and I entered. Ed's dad told me that they were going into my room and that I had better be 'friendly' or they would hurt you." She was looking at my mom. "I screamed. They hit you and you sagged down. I-i said I would. Karin was panting, closing her eyes, and giving in to a tingling, hot pleasure so intense that she couldn't bear to see the beautiful, naked man who was causing it. But he felt so good. She had to look, nonetheless. Half opening her eyes, Karin stared down between her now heaving, big breasts to see such a sight. Brad pulled out. For a moment there was breathless anticipation. What would happen now? Then she felt his cockhead begin to slide into her, again.He felt big, really big. But his Mom. Mysterious goings on had been reported for many years, people disappearing or ghastly murders associated with the home. It was totally abandoned in 1917 and no one has lived in it since then. The surprising thing was that the outside of the house never deteriorated. It looked just like the last owner, Fred Carpenter, left it in 1917. The house had a white exterior with multi-pane windows and a detached one-car garage. Now the garage was a different story. It looked a hundred years old and was. "Come on, Eric! Let's not embarrass the bastard posthumously with a flood of crocodile tears."I was stunned. I asked her what had happened. She said she wanted to see me. I thought it would have been rude to refuse. So I invited her to a small restaurant.Her new look shocked me.I am sure all eyes in the restaurant turned in her direction when she entered. At first I did not even recognize her. The stark white face, the dark straight hair. The pitch-black, painted eyes, the blood red mouth. Her.