Now here she was in the Canary Islands where the temperature was 80 and there was no sign of rain, she was determined to make the best of it. ‘Um. N...ot bad.’ Kate had finally emerged onto the balcony. ‘Not bad!’ cried Rachel. ‘It’s wonderful. I’m going to enjoy this holiday.’ ‘If it kills you.’ ‘You’re being a bit of a damp squib. What’s wrong?’ ‘Nothing.’ Kate patted her friend’s hand. ‘Probably a touch of jet lag.’ Rachel frowned. ‘I thought that was only supposed to happen on long haul. I am a 42 year old single mom. My husband and I finally got a divorce after years of bad blood and out an out hatred had erupted between us. One thing my husband did for me that I will always be greatful for is my son. His name is Ken. He is 21 years old.Kenny looks nothing like his father. If I didn't know better. I would swear that he was fathered by someone else. Kenny is six feet tall, weighs about 180 pounds, all of it muscle. He has a full head of black hair and he has beautiful piercing. "Don't waste it!" The Man cried, tightening his grip on the back of Gerald's head and pinching his nose. "Drink that cum...eat my meat...all of it, bitch! Yeahhh...finger my arse deep...fuckin' cock sucker...swallow it, swaaalllowww iiiiittttt! Goooood!"The b**st's strength was ebbing, though still flowing, in Gerald's mouth as the grip on his nose relented to allow a thin stream of oxygen to succour his distress. A bubbly froth of spunk spumed around the thick shaft as it brutally fucked his. " You believe he killed his wife?" I'm just repeating what he said, although I must say that he certainly seems capable of it." Well there was no body in the house, I searched it thoroughly." Officer, Alison told us that her mother ran off with someone some time ago. If Mr Beckwith did kill her I'm sure he would have disposed of the body by now." I guess I could check that out." He also made it clear he's been molesting Alison, possibly beating her too." You got that right. I already knew that.