Frank still didn’t react. He rose from the couch to stand next to her. Aunty sex “At least, he can help keep her healing abilities a secret – not like that ass-hole husband she had…”
“It isn’t polite to speak unkindly of the dead,” Frank admonished her quietly. She imagined that this is what her daughter would have felt if her late, ass-hole husband had succeeded in shoving that deadly dildo into her cunt. Leaning against the locked door, she cried to herself for a moment, then dried her tears. His wife wasn’t thinking straight. She stared at it, fascinated by all the little pointed edges and wondered what it would feel like, going in. She trembled at the sensation of pressure against her vulva mixed with the bubbling, comforting warm water assaulting her from all sides.
