She didn't die allthat long ago, either. She'd be twenty-eight if she were still alive, ayoung woman, maybe even a wife and mother. She never made it,...though. Itboggles the mind.Graveyards remind you that none of us have an unlimited amount of timeto get things done. And the time we have, it's not even guaranteed. Ibet the girl buried here wasn't expecting she'd only get sixteen yearsto do whatever it is she wanted to do in life.What is it that I want to do?Honestly, I'm not even sure. I think. She turned her body slightly and continued to stroke her dads cock in a steady up and down motion feeling his body stifffen as did his now fully erect cock in her hand. Her dad moved his head in an effort to put it on his daughters shoulder but due to his thrusting himself forward a bit at her manipulation of his now turgid member, his face came directly into contact with Gina's left breast. He would also never know exactly why but his hands reached up and started undoing the buttons to her. I feel a shove and a stretching and my asshole opens to admit Bill’s entire hand. Now Bill has his fist shoved into my asshole. He begins a slow thrusting of his hand to stretch the area. I feel like bursting. Then Sheila slides her cock back into my mouth and begins to work me so that she can keep me on the edge of passing out for as long as possible to extend the amount of time that I’m face fucked. She keeps up a good throating for about a half an hour. By that time Bill is punching with his. The space between their house and the one I was living in with my parents was a few hundred feet away and with the naked eye I could not see anything on that balcony. With my telescope that night I found see the mom who lives there, she is in her late thirties good looking, has a little bit on the stomach area and B size tits that look firm and hard. Sitting there with a young man which I knew to be her son who I thought was away in college. I watched them sit there talking, I just than.