We worked ourselves up to a very high state of arousal, I felt dizzy with lust. We were now rubbing our soapy bodies against each other, grinding our ...ex together. She had head lying against my shoulder, breathing hard as I cupped her buttocks in my soapy hands and caressed them pulling her hard into my throbbing member. Her arms were rubbing my butt cheeks as well. She was basically doing to me what I was doing to her. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing against my chest hairs while we held. I decided to keep what dignity I had.The depression took a minute or so to move through as Ronnie began to work desperately on my still soft penis. I say penis here, because it was as if it was someone else's. I felt detached from the situation. Perhaps I was going through a little more denial.Soon though, I came to grips with the end of my life. I was no saint, to be sure. I had little respect for wedding vows, but I tried to help out people when I could. I kept my promises, although, to be. As with any well honed fighting unit, everybody looked at somebody else and thought, "You poor bastard."Jimmy had come up with the idea of using the flag of the State of Florida as our banner, and somebody had found several of the flags. Every one of our trucks flew the flag and a couple of the SUVs. I was riding shotgun in the lead truck, and I noticed that a couple of roadblocks were hastily moved aside when the men stationed there counted the number of vehicles in our convoy. I couldn't help. "Ok, you can sit on my lap." Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college," his father said."I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop." I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. "Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real.