Mike returned for the funeral. He didn't even stay for the wake – he was away on a plane. I got a breezy excuse about "Something on the boil I can't...leave" and he was gone. But that was Mike. Never in one place long. Never at rest – always moving. Always watching around, checking things out, making internal calculations. He was my best and oldest friend, but did I really know him? There were frequently time where I kind of doubted that I did.His mother had remarried four years later, and it. ”When I was all the way in her, we started a slow fucking motion that increased as we went. In a minute or two I was thrusting into her so hard that she was sliding across the bench. Finally I came in her. It was a lot of sperm too and into her unprotected womb. Then I pulled out.The two men stood next to me. When I stepped back the first man placed the head of his cock right against her opening and started to pee. He flooded her uterus and washed out most of my cum. The other man took his. "I have to go inside. I'll get you something, too."Maybe she could find a new life in there.The hunk with the curly brown hair was at the counter again, leaning back against the cigarette case, an iPad in his hand. He was more slender than the undead beefcake, but his arms bulged nicely out of his short sleeved pullover shirt. Menolly knew she had to look a mess, but she wasn't in the mood for flirting. She wished she was. He looked up, eyes widening."Hello again! Looking for anything in. Happy home apart had I not! What I did this evening was give your mother a heads up to what Frank was planning. Put her in the driving seat, so to speak. She now has the opportunity to keep her eyes on the family bank accounts and financial situation, before Frank's had a chance to move a lot of cash around." You think he'd leave her destitute?" No not really, the courts wouldn't let him get away with that. After all, he's always insisted that you mother hasn't had a job; better to control her.