Steve looked back and saw Walter and Susan moving with the funeral director around the various flowers and tokens of condolences. ‘I’m ready, dad...’ He took a deep breath and walked around the car. The hot summer sun beat down on the interior of the car and he found himself thankful for the sudden breeze that shot through the open windows. He climbed in behind the wheel, shut his door and buckled his safety-belt. The drive back to the house would be short, he and Patches had bought two-hundred. I slipped my finger, still glistening with my spit and desire, into myself once more. I felt how my finger slid against my aching pussy. I enjoyed a light tingle from deep within. My loud and slow exhale filled the otherwise silent bedroom.I had been masturbating like this for the past twenty minutes or more and was getting close to a big finish. However, I kepted pausing to read and then to type on my phone as Mr Wishart, well, Jake gave instructions.These little interruptions served to delay. I turned around, and washed the sweat off of my body, and the pussy juice off of my cock in the cold water.Joyce was already out of the shower when I shut the water off. She handed me a towel, and turned to leave the bathroom. "Do you want to clean up and me to dry you?" I offered. Joyce smiled, and shook her head.I finished drying, got dressed, and was going down the hall when I looked in an open door. I was a little startled to see Joyce was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Mark was. Yes, he was with Gordy ... Right. See you soon."Rob remarked: "So you've got me in it, too, eh?" Right! I want you two to tell the tale of the week. True aussies on an adventure. Now both of you go and dress. Suits and ties." She took Patrick to be changed and dressed.About 40 minutes later the four of us plus Sue and several technicians and "John, our producer" were in a studio. There were several semi-comfortable chairs, a sofa, a coffee table, and many microphones of various types and.