I kept gently pushing as far as my hand would allow, just as far as the soft, spongy patch of her G spot. Sliding my finger up and down over that soft... patch and withdrawing to the opening of her small cunt, then sliding it back up to repeat the manoeuvre, I soon had her bucking like a bronco in paroxysms of ecstasy, until she collapsed on top of me, small beads of perspiration covering her small body.Now it was my turn !Caressing her for a few minutes to allow her to climb down from her. I followed the way to a marked doorway which I opened, it led to a corridor which I followed, a woman was walking towards me but stopped when she saw me, her mouth opened in surprise but then she was on her knees and pointing down the corridor, "He's that way milord, don't hurt me." She said."Rise woman, I don't make war on those who are unable to defend themselves, now don't worry." I said and moved on, I passed a guard who seemed to be glued to a doorway, his eyes widened as he saw me and he. The house I was staying in is my Grandfather’s, and my dad is the conservator of his holdings as he is in a rest home suffering from dementia. I have been here since the Sunday after she confronted me. I was almost fine until yesterday. It would have been our anniversary. It was also my oldest child’s birthday.That day my kids Jack 13, and Sarah 11, both called me at the house to say they missed me and asked when I was coming home. Sarah started crying and Jack took the phone.I asked Jack where. He is doing something sinister. As a mother I understood what he is counting? My motherly intuition said he is counting the Montgomery Bumps on areola of my right breast.O M G what a wicked boy he is? Filming Ma’s vaginal bleeding and counting Montgomery bumps. He is taking disadvantage of my situation. I moved my hands to my breasts. But he caught my right hand and tightly holds it. I covered my left breast with my left hand. My eyes are closed and I missed my counting. The pain in brain.