He was a mean drunkard who regularly beat us as k**s, although Mom worshiped him. So when he died she was the only one who took it hard."She's not go...ng to make it," Carla was saying to me in the kitchen when Mom walked in, shuffling in her stocking feet, hair a mess, still in her black dress. We fell silent and watched her wander to the fridge, to the sink, then back out the door."Yeah," I agreed. "What are we going to do about it?" Not we. You."I stared at my sister, she stared back. I. The men who work the boat were used to getting the animals on and off, so they just told us to stand back and let them do it.There were no accommodations for passengers on the boat. It was really more of a raft than a boat. Timber was cut up river and lashed together to form a large raft. Sometimes, like on the one we were on, planks were laid on top of the logs. When the raft reached it's destination, it would be dismantled and the logs and planks would be sold. The men would then make their. Before he comes in after work I want to transform our home into our love nest. I rushed around all day to make everything perfect. I pulled all the shades in the house to make everything as dark as possible so the only light he would see would be from the seemingly hundreds of candles I have lit through out the house and from the fireplace that is now blazing. A jumble of silk and satin blankets and pillows are laid out in front of the fire. The candles are making dancing shadows on the walls.. When he was within reach of my wet fingers, I reached out and touched the red head of his swollen organ, coating it with wet pussy juices, dipping inside and bring more out, not that I needed to as I was wet enough to let him go inside of me with ease.He was atop of me now, his cock between my labia, his cock sliding along the length of my pussy, his bulbous head crushing my clitoris with such a wonderful feeling, even his fully inserted finger in my secret hole felt delicious, then he slipped.