One of the guys was always bitching about his wife; I had to chuckle since I knew she was getting banged by a much younger guy.Now I couldn't resist l...oking at the phone at every opportunity to check out what pictures and videos she had on it so I was less than discrete and my mother-in-law caught me looking at her phone. She gave me hell and a few good kicks and slapped me around for looking at her personal phone but called up some files and handed me the phone. There were pictures of her in. The father and daughter had heard my broadcast from their home in Milwaukee (where they were the only survivors they knew about). They had driven directly to Chicago and had gotten there — and run across the two boys — five hours before we had.I wondered about the significance of the fact that so many people we were finding were related on one another. The three men from Manitoba; the boys from Chicago; and the Kazners, father and daughter. How peculiar that with so few survivors, most of those. " This is wrong," I said, even as I lowered myself before him."You're doing your daughter a favour," he said before adding, "and I'm doing one for you."For the first time since my very first cock, my hands trembled as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, seeing a nice hard cock entrenched in his underwear."Your daughter wouldn't let me fuck her before we came over," he said, "so I have a nice big load saved up for you." This is so wrong," I said again even though I was well past the point. I head to the garage and stare at my 1966 Mustang Fastback. Grandma told me that my grandfather bought it for me right after my mom took me away. He was hoping that he would see me again someday. I open the garage door, get in the car, and start it up. I feel the rumble of the engine as I pull it out of the garage and head to Peggy’s house. It feels great to drive my own car.I pull into Peggy’s driveway as she is walking out the door. I jump out of the car and open the passenger door for her..