She shook her head trying to get the thought of her parents out of her head. "74% of 368" she repeated over and over . She tapped the pencil harder an...d harder on her knee whilst biting her lip until, she jumped up off the sofa and walked towards the door. She stood at the bottom of the stairs listening to her mum moan with pleasure. Emma climbed the stairs as quietly as she could, every step her mum getting louder and louder. Emma stood at the top of the stairs with her parents bedroom just in. “Lets go”.They moved out of the restaurant as a couple and Linda directed them down a long corridor and then swung in front of Damian to enter her swipe card in the slot and pushed the door open. “Do you want a drink? I haven't used the mini bar yet so there is plenty in there to drink.” “No thanks, I have had enough already tonight. You know I can't believe that we got on so well after just meeting”.Damian moved slowly towards her and placing his hands on her shoulders drew her towards him and. When I do fuck her, I want to eat her cunt afterwards, after I fuck and come in her."Dr Harris said, "Linda listen close to everything that Peter says and never forget any of it."Dr. Harris asked, "Linda, does Peter want you to be a whore and fuck other men so he can eat your nasty cum filled cunt dear?"Linda picked up speed, fucking herself as she said, "Yes, yes, he wants me to fuck other men, lots and lots of other men. He wants them to come in me, he wants me to be his whore wife, fucking. Another thing I learned about her was that she was what adults called a “widow.” I had no idea what this meant, except that it seemed to make her a bit different from other people. Like most of the things I have related above, I did not gather them all at once aged four or five, but observed or heard about them over the years. The tragic story of the death of her husband I heard from Mrs.Grace herself when I was fifteen. I think I was and am the only person in the street who knows the story. In.