Which I was. After all, he was the detective that investigated Georgia’s death and concurred with the diagnosis of the coroner. But I don’t think ...he was satisfied with it himself. He’d checked in with Peg twice and if it were a closed case to him, he wouldn’t have bothered. The problem was that even if I found video of her being killed on a snuff site, there’s nothing to say it would identify the killer. It was even possible the evidence would be considered an accidental death since she’d done. "Dammit!" She yelled to no one in particular. She was only in her mid60's, but it hurt like hell all the same. Tears began to fill her eyes,as the events of the afternoon flooded over her. She tried to fight themback, but they came all the same.Then something happened.A soft green glow engulfed her, and for a moment she felt no pain. Ofcourse, at the same time she began to think that on top of the fall shewas now having a stroke. Then she felt something different, somethingwarm. It washed over. Reaching between her thighs, I began rubbing her pussy through her damp lacy shorts. As her moans increased, I eased them around her hard ass. Pulling ourselves apart for a moment, I slid her panties off, exposing a beautifully trimmed pussy with a large but short V-shaped area of pubes.“Please, just fuck me,” she begged.I didn’t need telling twice! Carefully positioning myself between her thighs I eased my throbbing dick into her entrance. Now surprisingly wet, my cock began slipping in, as. She had a thick covering of pubes, which turned me really on, it was like she was from an old 80’s porn flick. Aunty was still fully dressed, I quickly loosened her sari, under her blouse and petticoat she too wore a black bra and pants, she had a good body for a milf, she looked really pretty in her wedding pictures a few years ago, she was an airhostess before she married uncle, she was only a few years older than me, smallish pert titties, the surprise was her shaved pussy, apparently uncle.