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  He nuzzled her ear, flicking around the lobes with his tongue and kissing down her neck. She was warm, devoted to his pleasure, young and so very alive. He sensed her moving beneath him, adjusting her position occasionally to experiment with different feelings, moving so that his cock penetrated her to alternate between stimulating her clit and simply taking him in as deep as possible. Her fingers tweaked her nipples then grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them, teasing to add to her pleasure. He slowed his pumping and leaned up to look at her and admire those little breasts and take the chance to lock into his memory the sight of the young girl below him. Her fingers trailed down over her navel and onto her clit, circling in time with his thrusts, gathering the flow of her lubrication and spreading it around the little nub which had emerged from its protective hood. Just watching her experiment with her arousal was enough to confirm in his mind that orgasm was going to happen fairly soon for him.

  His hands slid from the side of her head down over her young breasts onto her hips, then underneath to grab her buttocks. They were hard, alive, wet and he used a finger to spread her juices from the bottom of her vagina down over her anus. His thrusting increased in strength as Amy wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles, her moans gathering force, turning from whimpers into shouts. He touched her anus and pushed in slightly as a gasp was cut off midway through as she came with a look of both surprise and delight on her face. She hung onto him, her arms and legs rigid, frozen and her mouth wide open. He pounded into her and eventually she exhaled then gasped continually as she moved her hips to extract every inch of his cock. The sight of the little girl, in the throes of ecstasy was the trigger that Mike needed and he felt the build-up of his orgasm pass the point of no return. He grabbed her buttocks and pulled them apart, opening her as his finger delved deeper inside. The thought of being in there and his cock deep in the teenager was enough to push him recklessly over the edge and into an orgasm that was totally out of his control. They shook and gasped together as Amy seemed to come again as he started to fill her. His thrusting faltered then resumed as he ensured that every last drop of his come ended up deep inside her.

  He was breathing hard and fast as he slowed then lay against her, his head to the side of hers. His cock was still rigid, aching and deep inside her and he sensed that she wanted him to remain there as she held his hips tightly. After a minute her hands slipped to her side and he pulled out slowly, looking into her eyes and wondering if she was also thinking that this would never, could never happen again.

  Chapter 27 – Take me back home

  Lydia pulled out of the driveway at just after nine on Friday morning, with Holly in the passenger seat and Jules in the back. The car had been loaded up with purchases from the Mall and other things that they judged that Jules might like or need. There were no tears on leaving the house, only silence as each thought of the five or six days that had passed and the way their lives had been changed. Those thoughts continued as they skirted the Woods and headed north as Jules’ tried to spot the path she had taken through the Woods while Holly and her mother once again gazed in appreciation of the huge, dense mass of firs.

  Although Grandma and Granddad had been forewarned about their visit it was nonetheless initially awkward until Jules had explained why she had felt the need to run away although she kept the details of the years of abuse to a minimum for the sake of their feelings, given that they had been part of the arrangements for the adoption. After tea and cake, the journey continued for three miles until they came to Jules’ road and Lydia stopped in a parking space outside a small café named “Rainbow Coffee.” There was nobody seated inside and only one bored old lady waiting at the dark brown counter.

  “Jules, Holly and I will stay in the car as we discussed. We’ll be out front if you need us though, OK?”

  “I know,” said Jules, her chin trembling with emotion. “I don’t know what to say to you guys, for everything.”

  With that they drove the last two hundred yards and pulled up in front of the house which Jules pointed to with little enthusiasm. It was smaller than Holly’s place, but looked reasonably well maintained.

  “That’s a lovely magnolia tree, Jules!” said Lydia weakly.

  “I’ll help you with your stuff,” said Holly as she got out and opened Jules’ door. They grabbed the bags from the back and dropped them by the side of the road. Jules went round to the driver’s door as Lydia rolled down the window. She leaned in and kissed Lydia on the cheek, hugging her as tightly as space would allow.

  “Thanks Lydia. A million thanks!” said Jules. Both women were tearful and breathing hard to control their emotions. Lydia patted her hand as if to say you’re welcome but more to say it was time to go. Holly hugged her tight, pleased with the feeling of the girl’s warmth against her one last time.

  “You stay in touch, OK? Any trouble, we’re coming to get you, I mean it,” said Holly, kissing her cheek.

  “I know, I know little Sis!”

  Holly smiled and watched her pick up her things and walk up to her front door. It opened before she got there and a woman emerged, hugged Jules then came down to the car.

  “Hi, I’m Mandy, Jules’ Mum. Thanks. I’m just so sorry that you had to get involved in all our problems.”

  Even though she had determined to stay in the car she decided that the woman meant no harm and got out to shake her hand. “Lydia, nice to meet you,” she said, looking at Jules, the house and back to Mandy.

  “I’m sorry, it’s just that things have been tough all round up here, you know?” said Mandy, looking at anything but Lydia.

  “I heard about some of it. I’m sure Jules will tell you about her week at our house,” said Lydia, touching the woman’s arm, “she’s always welcome, any time, OK?”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’m pretty sure Jules and Holly will stay in touch going forward,” said Lydia, smiling at the two girls as they chatted by the front door. After final goodbyes, Lydia and Holly took their leave, turned round in a neighbour’s driveway and waved as they returned to the southbound highway. After joining the road south they picked up speed and made good progress. Holly stared at her phone, unsure how she would react to a text from Jules which would indicate that she had been threatened by her father. Any delight in collecting her and taking her home would be mixed with increasing hatred for the man who had devoted himself to giving her an appalling childhood.

  “You know, I think we did a good deed, don’t you Mum?”

  “If you mean all four of us, then yes, I think we all gave and received good deeds.”

  “Yeah, the big, expanded Craig family, I meant. She sort of shook our family tree into shape, right?”

  “Yup, this is another of those moments in my life that I am proud of.”

  “Like Becky?”

  “Yes, exactly. Something that most people wouldn’t think of as being an accomplishment.”

  “Tell me about the things that you aren’t proud of, just one thing!” said Holly, grinning.

  “Oh no, the twenty-four rule has expired young lady, and can’t be used ever again.”

  The short trip to Grandma’s house took in a thirty minute detour to the local supermarket to get some beef and other provisions so they arrived just after seven-thirty that evening. Granddad opened the door and hugged them both as they made their way into the kitchen with carrier bags.

  “Oh, hello again!” said Grandma, placing the drying-up cloth on the oven handle. “Did everything go OK?”

  “Yeah, no problems. We saw her mother, had a quick chat, that was all,” said Lydia. She sat at the breakfast table and watched her father-in-law fill the kettle.

  “She’s a lovely girl Lydia, just such a shame about that family,” said Granddad.

  “Mavis said that she read something on an Internet-thing. There was something about her coming home,” said Grandma.

  “Can I watch TV?” asked Holly from the next room.

  “Of course!” said G
randdad. He made tea and took it through to the lounge.

  “Oh good, local news in a couple of minutes,” said Grandma, sitting on the small sofa. Holly changed channels to the local news station and smiled at the scene in the lounge and the house in general. It was as though time had stopped many years ago. Colour and black and white pictures were on every horizontal surface, different frames, different groups of people but all happy, smiling at the camera. China ornaments peppered the room, mementos of travel, gifts from friends, impulse buys that turned out to be treasured possessions. But unlike her room there was no PC, no scattered clothes, school backpacks or shoe collections. She grinned, thinking that there were no ripped knickers either. The intro music started and Granddad turned up the volume.

  “In our program tonight we’ll be looking at the return of buzzards to the valley and what that might mean for farmers, plus a look at the new primary school opening in the city to cater to the growing population in the south and south-east. But first, Police have confirmed that the body of a young woman, who had strong ties to this area, was found last night in dense woodland near the Bomgar River. Police are anxious to talk to a local man, Emil Hoffmann, and warn that he is considered dangerous and the public should not approach him. Police also reported this afternoon that another woman in her late teens who they had reason to believe was also a potential target returned home safely today but had been staying less than a hundred yards from where the body was discovered. That woman’s father is now helping Police with their inquiries.