The lad settled the knapsack filled with foodstuff over his back and to my utter surprise they moved towards the door of our cabin.The old man was at ...he door, suddenly he turned, his face covered with a smile. He looked at mom, and me who from her supine position was watching them leaving silently. She also seemed dumbfounded.“Thanks lady!” The old goon appeared jubilant. “Thanks for the nice fuck, it was certainly the best. We are taking some of your foods, but don’t worry, we have left. We kissed a few times and wrestled a few times and joked around. “Have you fucked Bonnie yet?” “Nope, but I have kissed her tits”.“Maybe you should try to fuck her mom. I was talking with her and she was complaining that Buford is not fucking her enough. She even mentioned your name—said your dad was the first guy to fuck her, maybe she ought to fuck you before you got Bonnie’s cherry.”“You’re kidding” I said.“I’m not, you should try, what have you got to lose. If not her, a lot of these. ’ said Ron, helping himself to another sausage roll and glass of sherry. Deep inside, Arthur did feel guilt about his wife’s death, as he should, being fully responsible but the feelings were not as deep or sincere as they should be. Arthur had always been a selfish man, always putting himself first and though he would admit it to no one, he was glad it was Helen and not he, who had died. He knew it was wrong to think this, but he felt it just the same. ‘It should have been me! It should. He added a second finger to my cunt and used his thumb to rub my clit. That was not enough for him and he bit my nipple right through my tube top. I kept squeezing his cock then letting it go then squeezing it more and I kept it up till he came right there for me. He then threw ten dollars on the table for the coffee and led me out of there. We walked to his car and he first shoved me against it and pulled my top down to my waist and began sucking on my huge hard nipples as he pushed three.