From the far end of the table, Jake leaned forward a bit. "Ms. Crews, you have wonderful children. Would it be all right if they called me 'Jake'? I'm...actually not much older that Sara."His casual remark triggered inward thoughts by all four of the college girls, but it was Janet who looked to her right and asked, "Just how old are you, Jake?"Clearly Jake had been focused on making the children comfortable and had let his situational awareness slip. Caught flat-footed he mumbled,. I remembered tenderness, comfort, sleeping.“If you want to make your bus, you’d better hurry.” Ron called out, “I can drive you back out to the shop to get your bag and then back into the bus depot.”I had a quick shower and we went down to the street and got in his 4 wheeled ocean liner of a car. It was really early, the dawn grey and foggy like my head.“You can type pretty fast, right?” he asked me as the car floated towards the highway.“Yes.”“Can you take shorthand?”“No. I just listen and. Nothing registered but that didn't stop me, we had to get going.I think you'll only appreciate the beauty of the rest story if I put you in my position, so the rest is in first-person:So 5 minutes later, you're walking through the woods, she's still basically passed out and saying useless things but she's tiny so you can easily support her and her bag. Most of the walk is on a trail, but about half way through you need to cut through the trees, through some old camping areas and onto another. She had her fingers stuck in her pussy and was finger fucking herself furiously. All the time she was calling, " Jeff, Jeff, Oh Jeff why did you leave me. I've been so lonely and horny since you've died." At first I thought she was talking about me, then I realized she was talking to my Dad. Or the memory of my Dad. " God I need a man," she continued as she stroked herself. Her other hand went up to her tit and started to pull the nipple out. I would have thought that would hurt. It only seemed.