.." she sobbed, hugging my arm. I started to cry at that point, feeling sorry for her, and also because I missed my dad. She took me in her arms and h...gged me real tight. I felt better right away, and I didn't feel so cold or alone any more. This went on through the funeral, and the reception afterwards, and she never left my side.After everyone was gone, and we were alone, she would suddenly start to cry and moan. "What am I going to do? We're all alone... I miss Dad soooo much..." So, I tried. I felt her rubbing harder and faster on her pussy. The feeling of her contracting pussy around my cock was amazing. Her sobbing and begging had ceased and she was now actually fucking back against me. It felt tremendous. I soon realized I didn’t have to move anymore. Her body fucked forward and back against my body. She kept this up for a couple of minutes, her body continued slamming into me. Her talking went to funny sounding groans then she yelled out pretty loud, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming,. He ran a finger over her clit as his other hand was now rubbing and pulling on her nipples. He then moved his fingers to her cunt and pushed a finger in her love hole and began to finger fuck her. She was warm and wet and very tight. He licked and kissed her neck as he played with her nipples and fingered her cunt. She was cumming fast and hard and full of cum. He quickly removed her top then her shorts and had her naked. He pulled her to the sofa and before he sat down he took his pants off. "There is still one place I haven't been able to scrub, and there is only one thing I can think of that will get all of it. I need you to wash away the last bit of him," she told me, and I knew she wasn't talking about her memory.I picked her up, and carried her into my room. Robin gave a small laugh when she saw us, and I realized we probably looked a sight, me still in my work clothes, and her naked in my arms."You smell like meat," she told me as my bedroom door closed behind us."Do you want.