Anastasia had been the victim of some sort of strange illness when Natasha was a baby; although she survived, her mind had never recovered, and she ha...dn't spoken a word or shown any real awareness of her surroundings ever since, spending most of her time wandering the house or sitting in her room looking out the window. Now she turned and left as quietly as she had appeared."All right, it's my turn," said Natasha, after a short silence. She quickly opened her package and pulled out a blood- red. "You taste good today baby. Straddle my cock and hump me like you are so good at pleasing me. Move your hips over my big hard cock and fuck me like I know you love." She then slid over him and straddled his cock and sank down on him feeling his cock go deep inside her wet cunt. He moaned loving the feel of the tight cunt. He liked when she straddled him and took charge of the intense fucking. She began to rotate her hips letting his cock feel the insides of her wet warm hole. This always felt. Yeah, I was dragging my heels on painting.On Sunday night Kim told me that she was disappointed that I didn't get to the bathroom and plead to me, "Dave, please do try to get to it next weekend."So I promised her that next weekend I would finish the job. I explained that I didn't think it was terribly urgent and I did need to work and it WAS an important game with playoff implications. She said that she understood having to work (didn't mention the game), but that the only reason that she would. "Sophia," I cried. "Have you seen," I started to ask, then thought better of it. "Have you seen the sexton?" I finally managed."We have no sexton anymore," she told me. "The city mows the graveyard, and the real estate agent keeps track of the plots. What are you looking for?" My ancestors," I told her."The real estate agent would know," she said."Is this a relative of yours?" I asked, indicating the grave she was standing by."My mother and father. And next to them is my sister. Beyond these.