I put the phones back together.The next thing to try was a ‘hack’. It involved using his the camera to take a photo as you can open the camera app...without unlocking the phone. Then you select to send that photo as a message. Once the messaging app opened you click and hold the photo which opened the rest of the photo album for you to scroll through. It didn’t work!The last thing I had to try was the riskiest. It required the phone to accept an incoming FaceTime call. The risk with this was that. Every inch felt amazing as it stretched out my muscles. He carried on pushing until his balls pressed against my ass. He rested there for a few moments, his cock deeply embedded within me. He stroked his hand over my chest before placing them on my hips. He started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking my pussy slowly at first. Soft moans of pleasure left my lips, encouraging him to go for it. Grasping my hips tightly, he began to thrust harder and deeper. Our bodies were making a clapping. “Tell us what, Dad?” Andy asked.“I’m ill,” Mum said quietly, a tear starting to trickle down her cheek.Instinctively we all reached across the table and our hands met on top of one of hers.“Mum,” Andy said softly, “What is it?”“I have a tumour,” she said, sadly, “in my brain.”“What does that mean?” Alison asked, tears starting to brim her eyes, “are you going to die?”“The doctor’s think that it’s non-malignant,” Mum explained, “that means it’s not cancer, it’s just some random cells growing in. Despite the fact that Sara was off to college in the Fall, Abbey still saw her as just her annoying kid sister. This was particularly odd as Sara was now actually several inches taller than she was having finally sprouted. Abbey’s rather diminutive height and youthful complexion were in fact one of the main reasons she always made a point of dressing with such style and distinction. Designer suits told people that she certainly wasn't a child and expensive high heels added much needed.