She admits she’s been having a hard time herself at home with her husband, who’s taken early retirement from the Police, and that my Dad’s been ...��very supportive’ throughout. I bet he fucking has! Amongst other things she explains how he’s kindly gone out of his way to drive her home several times when she’s had problems with her car recently, to save her having to use the bus.As she tells me this, memories come flooding back to when my father used to pick me up from the station every Friday. "This has a familiar look about it," my father said Sunday when he stepped out of his car. "It looks a lot like our property."He was right. My parents lived out of town, closer to Midland, and had a large piece of property, something my father had always wanted. They had lived there since I left home, my brother following me two years later. Their home was a good deal smaller, but it was more than adequate for the two of them."Oh, Will, this is lovely," Mary said as she surveyed the property.. When we located them, Iexpected things would play out just like in the movies, when two peopleare reunited. You know, when they run towards each other in slow motionand hug or kiss each other passionately, with romantic or dramaticmusic playing in the background.I knew that wasn't how it would happen, since I would probably juststand on the spot whilst Lucy ran towards me. Kirsty would probablyurge me to run towards my sister and jump into her arms, but I hoped Iwouldn't have to do that.I was. The second man sort of motioned like he was asking permission. "Of course. No need to ask," I told him. He had me get on the edge of the be face down this time. He slid right in all the way to his balls and started to fuck me right away. We changed positions a few times, but he lasted probably twenty minutes or so fucking me hard the entire time. Finally, with me on my back again, he ramed me hard and once again I felt a cock throbbing and shooting hard in my ass. I wish there were words to.