Some people were still standing here and there.Since mom and the old guy was on the back side of the bus, not many people were standing around them. T...e people in seats were mostly sleeping. All this was making the old guy more confident. I thought for some time whether to go and help mom.But a complete stranger folding mom’s boobs in a bus was completely turning me on. My dick was rising up. I looked at mom. She was still keeping her eyes closed. Her one hand was still forced to wrap around. Take care of Mom while I do it. Don't let her know."When I went inside for the shovel, I stopped to stare at my mother. What was to become of us? The two adults were gone. It was only Maria and me. Maria was older, but I felt in charge now.Out back, I contemplated a place for my father. The other graves were in a row. We were not part of them. We needed our own resting place. I chose one and started digging. I stopped, studying the area. Yes, there was room for four graves. More if Maria had. I have to be strong, I’m fighting for two now. From now on it’s two, not just one. She almost broke down again. She whimpered to herself, ‘Oh Shawn make it three. Make it be three.’ In her mind in her heart she kept thinking there had been Steve and Natalie and a baby, Shawn and Susan, and oh please, please! Susan prayed. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing, but she did it. Oh please God help me get through this. Help me raise this baby. What was it Shawn had said that day? She’d. Norris, the intent was just to create an impressive sounding excuse for Diana to spend plenty of time with Carol, so they could prepare for and start working on the Cuties and Ducklings. Getting Claire to come along sometimes was a little bonus, which we could use on those times when I wanted to have sex with both of them. It wasn't the absence of Diana and Claire that Mrs. Norris picked up on though. She eagerly asked, "You're Carol ANDERSON? Mark Anderson is your brother? The boy who was in.