Without Rachael, days seemed longer, work meaningless, family had become obligation. Charles. Charles should be in Reedville with Lizzie and the child...en not in Falls Church with his father. Maybe then, JD should just retire from everything. Bill had the firm more or less under control. The Fishery certainly did not need him. Falls Church was quiet and convenient. He could just live there off his annuity income without bothering anyone else. Claudia was re-married. The boys were all grown.. I just want it to keep on. Every morning I get up and decide it's going to be a good day because I woke up and I'm above ground." Okay, I guess that's all anyone could want. Got to go, call Momma please." John waved as he walked back to his truck. A little aside here. When John graduated from high school, Jenny and I told him we would buy him any car (within reason) that he wanted. We put it on hold until he got out of the Navy. He then chose a pick up. The men of my family seem to have a thing. " I wish they could stay. I'm going to hate to see them go back." Keep the faith that they won't always have to go. Hey, are we going to spend all morning in bed? I need coffee."John Roberts pulled into my wrecking yard just a little after nine. He did have a full pickup load of boxes. There was enough weight from the thirty-four boxes in the truck that it sagged the springs. I had purchased a garden shed and put it on some level gravel next to my office. The boys helped unload the boxes. They. More cock. More spunk shooting into me. More orgasms. I was a receptacle for spunk. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had finished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever.