”Go slow, Detective, please, it’s been so long for me. Oh, god, I haven’t been filled like this in years!”But Walter wasn’t listening and so...n he was really drilling her roughly. By then I was naked, anxiously waiting my turn, my cock throbbing in front of my as my eyes gorging themselves on my mother’s ravishment. I stepped to the side and looked at her face where Mother was stretched out on the table. She had that same look of pure bliss! She was enjoying herself, enjoying this rough fucking. The divorce which was about a year old had definitely taken its toll on my dad, he had let himself go a little bit, still not a bad looking guy but he had developed a bit of a belly and had lost some hair from the last I saw him.I tried getting his mind off matters by talking about other things but it was a very long drive and eventually the conversation dried up. I gazed out the window into the bland desert like scenery that had surrounded us for what seemed like hours. Through the reflection. Especially a man of his size. He had to be over six feet tall. The worn leather bomber jacket that had seen much better days was stretched tight across broad shoulders, too tight as if the coat had been made for someone else. She sighed, obviously it had been as it dawned on her. This man was one of the homeless that they had come seeking this day. Where she might have avoided someone like him any other time, she forced a smile. Even if the man was not what they sought perhaps he could point. Maybe she was with Susan now. "It hasn't even been a year yet." And I'm not Hal or Susan. I get it." Seth stretched his legs out. He was hurt and that got Greg's attention. "It's been two years for me and I still miss dad. I lost his farm and I'm probably going to loose the house." he looked at Greg. The city boy didn't understand about the land. It had been his grandmother's house and the tree fort in the coulee was first built by his dad. "You're dad seems a lot different from my dad, but.