I visited Betty every year until she died in 2004. I also spent several rainy days in Betty’s bedroom where we passed away the time licking and fingering each other and sticking as many objects into our sex holes as humanly possible. Shaking her head at my naivety; she said, “Here silly. It all started in the summer of 1964 when I was sent to stay with my Grandmother when my Mum took ill. As he began forcing his cock into her mouth by moving his hips he looked at me for the first time. You dirty cunt! Naked; I tentatively walked towards the edge and dipped my toe in. Betty must have cum three times while I licked her before Maurice threw our clothes onto the ground from his hiding place. When she finished Betty ran her fingers along her hairy fanny and flicked off the last few drops of pee. “Come on; I’ll show you.
