She got up and sat on top of me, giving me the most spectacular view of her boobs. She took off my boxers and sat back on my waist, and bent down to k...iss me. I squeezed her boobs and she moaned in my mouth. Her wet pussy was now grinding on my rock hard dick, and I felt like I would burst any moment now. "Help me." She whispered in my ear and I felt her sliding down a bit. I guided my dick to her pussy entrance while she raised herself. We looked at each other and she was blushing profusely.. As he pulled into his own street he realized with a sickening horror that that smoke was coming from his own home.Tracey’s car screeched to a skidding halt as he leapt out to see billows of black smoke fuming out of the back windows in large thick plumes.“VANESSA! VANESSA!” Tracey screamed. “VANESSA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”Tracey looked down the side of the house and saw that her car was there so he knew she must still be inside. Tracey looked all around him trying to think hard about what he should. We got home and Terri went to her room. I’m afraid I hit the bottle before going to bed. I listened outside my daughters’ door but there was no sound so I assumed she was asleep and passed to my own room.It was lonely. I hauled the duvet over me and thanks to the whiskey I was soon asleep and knew no more until morning.It’s funny, in those half waking moments when the brain is trying to sort out reality from dream, the impressions you get seem very real. I could feel Jill’s arm across my. I led the woman back to my wagon, helped her up to the driver's seat beside me, stroking her firm leg as I did, got the mule's attention and we eased up the road. By the time we got back to the scene of the attack, crows were busy at the bodies in the ditch and one was cawing from the top of the rig.With reins tied to the back of my old wagon, we proceeded down the road in the deepening gloom at the mule's pace, dead slow. The woman held my right arm to her body and sniffed with some.