It is ... really you, is it not, Miranda?”“For good or ill, it is really me. And this is my most faithful companion, Katie Forster. Please take me... to my mother.”It was a tearful reunion. Dolly did not believe it was her daughter until Miranda had removed her shirt and shown a birthmark beneath her left breast. Miranda had aged with the hardship of the trail and, at seventeen, was a somewhat gaunt and wiry woman whose breasts were still firm, probably thanks to the bindings that Katie kept. .." I began, trailing off, my mind a swirling mix of thoughts andemotions. "I mean... it... doesn't sound as if it was too... I mean, itdepends on the extent of the injuries he caused to some degree Isuppose..." Does it?" Miss Stevens interjected calmly. "What degree of injury wouldhave been appropriate for verbal, physical and sexual assault? Whatdegree of injury would be fair to inflict on someone about to rape yourlittle sister, do you think Josh? A bruised rib? A broken nose? A blackeye?. I ran into Bill at LOWES and spoke at length about how our families were doing and I was invited to the house for a bar-b-q the following weekend. I arrived at their house on Saturday about 2PM as we agreed upon and Bill met me at the door and shook my hand. He led me to the backyard and was pleasantly surprised by an in-ground pool (wan't there when I mowed their lawn) and a (still) very sexy Margie. She was 55 and put many women half her age to shame. We talked for a little bit and Bill got. The cum was on my husband's tongue, just long enough for me to see it before he reinserted his tongue to gently mine for more of my hidden treasure. He licked my pussy and clit until I was about to cum, then I stood up, to have him lay on his back. I spread my legs and straddled his face. I started talking dirty again, telling him to get that cum, get all mix of his cum and mine. I could feel my pussy walls contracting on his face. I had a feeling it was going to be one of the most intense.