Everyone had someone here, who they had lost from one way or another.Stopping the car, she climbed out. Walking to some graves which I presumed one of...them was our fathers. I followed behind at a distance, giving her space. She stopped at a plot with a brown granite tombstone. Near the top of the stone, in the middle was a colour picture of our father in his fifties. Below the photo, his name then the year he was born, and the year he died. With these words written after.‘Here lies a beloved. She moaned as Dan slid his left hand up under her top and bra and felt her right tit. Diane cuddled in close to Brenda and Dan, waiting for her kiss. She put her right hand on Brenda’s left tit and her right hand down to rub Dan’s cock through his jeans. Dan was soon discovering that Brenda was the more sexually aggressive of the two sisters.“Boy, it sure didn’t take long for you three to get started,” Karen teased from the top of the stairs. Come on supper is getting cold.” As Dan came. She appeared tough enough to dangle from the ceiling by her arms pulled up behind the back for a night. I was indeed considering to apply this punishment, given her current attitude."You sick fuck! Get that shit off me! Now!"If she was still dizzy from the sedative, she did a hell of a job not showing it."I'll get you for this, you bastard!"As the more perceptive amongst you may have realised by now, Rho wasn't gagged – a circumstance of which she took advantage to full extend. In flowery. He teaches the life problems, and me about human life, also he taught me how to treat women right, by his example with my mom. But he had to work long and hard to provide for us, and so he didn”t have much time or energy to spend on us. This served to bring my mom and I closer, in what most people would already consider an abnormally close relationship. The years went by, and when I entered puberty I discovered very exciting things I could do with my “weenie,” (I didn”t know what else to call.