There’s no body for his people to bury and no real closure. Dad’s belongings at our house suddenly seemed sparse, consisting of some clothes, his ...004 Mustang, and the tools he used to work on the Mustang. That’s what he drove when he was home. He didn’t let me use it very often and he never let Cathy take it out. I used it to take all his clothes to the Goodwill store.Being home was bittersweet for Cathy and me. Mom had loved Dad, and that didn’t magically go away just because she found out he. How could you do that to me, to her, your best friend?’ ‘We can set them straight. They’ll understand that I was angry and drunk, and that bastard was pushing things. What we can’t get them to forget is you taking his wife to their guest bedroom, her hand on your hard dick the whole way. Listening to you fuck the shit out of her, you lousy asshole.’ ‘I didn’t fuck her, as you so elegantly put it. If you had stuck around instead of running outside, you might have realized that.’ ‘Bullshit! I. I want you to fuck her good…several times if you can…they are prepared to spend the night and most of tomorrow if necessary. They said that they can miss church for something this serious.”I was not allowed to have sex with either of them. We ate dinner and waited for their arrival.The old man looked very old, like someone’s great grandfather, certainly older than his real age. His wife on the other hand looked younger than her real age. She had what Mom called salt and pepper hair, mostly. Fucking her hard.My dick melted in her asshole. I loved every second of it. I buried into her depths again and again. Lasla moaned. Her face twisted. She arched her back, her silver-painted tits jiggling, moon shadows dancing over her flesh.“Las’s big dick, yes!” squealed my sister. “Drink my cream! Oh, drink it!”“Yes, Mistress!” Nephi purred.She drank my sister’s cunt cream. I drove into my sphinx’s asshole. She purred louder. Then her bowels spasmed around me. I groaned at that massaging.