......We both said that would be fine and as we walked home Emily and Wendy linked arms walked ahead in front of me.We got home and it house was warm ...and cosy with the lighting down low....I offered drinks for the 2 girls and we sat down and asked Emily wot the problems at home were, Emily explained that her father wasn't happy with her having boy friends and that they weren't welcome to the house, we joked that if she ever want to bring a boy friend back to our house sometime that would be. Barb stopped, crawled up beside me and whispered 'm my car "You are not going to cum until I want you to, you won't be sorry when the time comes, so just relax and enjoy it". Well, who was I to argue? Barb kissed me long and hard and told me that she woke up horny and was ready to enjoy herself, at my expense.Climbing on top of me she slowly moved herself into position so that her fanny touched the tip of my dick. She pressed down on my rock hard dick and took me inch by inch. Barb had a scar. “I recorded this and just began to watch it. Remember that Dan guy from Miami, who wrote that book about our ten missing girls and their murders?”“Yeah, you don’t have to fucking remind me again about Dan Davenport, and his fucking book! And it was made into a fucking movie too! ‘The Retrospective Murders,’ what the fucking hell kind of title is that?! I hate that fucker!”“I liked what the Miami Police named us, ‘The Anniversary Killers,’” Arnie boasted.“That asshole Davenport is getting. Until his parents went into the nursing home every time Susan went to visit she hauled something else of theirs off. Almost all the furniture and many of the kitchen utensils disappeared shortly after his parents left home for good. Supposedly Susan took things they wanted her to have as part of her inheritance, things that supposedly meant something to the family. Terry as his family called him, also was given some things but not as many as Susan. Terry kept his 'gifts'. Susan never took.