Around 1am all had left our house except myself mum and younger sister who was fast asleep in her bed I had been allowed to stay up as it was New Year... Mum was sitting on the settee and myself on the floor in front of the fire the music was playing quite softly now and Mum decided she wanted to dance with me she took my hand and pulled me to my feet and started dancing to the music my hands rested on her waist and Mums went around my shoulders as we danced to the music Mum moved in closer and I. ” “It appears that Donald told Jane that he was going to a dinner party at Mrs Smythe’s and there were to be others there. Whether he believes this or not, Jane has discovered it is to be only Donald and her. He leaves in an hour. I have said you will go round and talk to him.” There was a pause. “You will perhaps need to change.” If he knew what I was wearing under my plain dress he could have sent me off there and then. I stood up, looked him in the eye and left for my room. I quickly. He knew that he had to have her, by whatever means necessary. Looking in a mirror in his storeroom, he knew what that would be. He was fat, balding, hairy and old, and there was not a chance she would willingly shag him. And that meant only one thing. Over the next few weeks, Michael studied her comings and goings, what time she was in the gym or the pool, when she would be all alone in the changing rooms. He found out some more information about her as well. Her name was Sara, twenty years. This time he held the back of her head while increasing speed. “You like that?” He asked as she gagged again. His length was too much to take but obviously he didn’t care. He began to fuck her mouth without any mercy. She gagged over and over and felt tears well up in her eyes. Finally he pulled out and moved to the back of the bed. She was panting, but could hear the sound of his belt hit the solid floor. She hoped this meant his pants were gone as well. He was behind her again gliding his.