‘Yvette, dinner’s almost ready,’ Arthur called out as he rapped on his fifteen year old daughter’s bedroom door. He got no response, he did no... expect one. His wife was not the only sullen, moody female in the house. Now in a comfortable pull over shirt and khaki shorts, Arthur sat at the new dining room table and sat on the padded vinyl chair and winced at the sound of the ceramic plates being slapped on the table by a glowering Yvette. At least AJ was putting napkins down before slapping the. Rutherford, Fran with Dad and me. Nothing was said in the car - Fran seemed completely numb. We were received at the hospital chapel by the staff who had attended to Fran's mother's body. She didn't look horrible, more like she was at peace. Dad had been right - nothing to be afraid of here. Fran still didn't cry, and her voice was completely toneless when she formally confirmed to the hospital Registrar that it was her mother. He thanked her, offered his condolences and left.Fran repeated her. I would have to look over my new boat choices for a better quality auto-piloting device. I blamed my relative inexperience and that auto-pilot for my beaching of the Katherine B.I stayed for two more days cleaning my clothes and preparing myself mentally for the next step in my trip. I found a small car and decided to take it into Portugal and then drive north. It looked to be about four hundred miles to Lisbon but I wanted to drive the coast as much as possible. I wasn't sure what I would see. I started engulfing his cock into my mouth in a slow and steady manner. Soon, i picked up a pace with him holding my head and fucking my mouth for all it’s worth. He removed his cock out of my mouth, breathing hard and baked in the pleasure of my sucking skills. Then, he shifted position and moved my legs apart. I knew he wanted to be inside my pussy and i had been aching for it. He moved the blankets covering out nude bodies and placed his cock in the entrance of my pussy. Slowly, i felt his.