. I washed my hands and face in washbasin came back in the room..I managed bed-sheet..Kept pillows on its places.. and went near to the dressing table...to brush my hair now he came back..and said poo.. Go and bring a water bottle..I went downstairs.. Put a water bottle and ice-cream and return to bedroom. He drunk water..and we two shared an ice cream cone.He:poo pain kam ho gaya..Me: abhi nhi..He: mujhe bhi ho raha h..Me: tumhe kyu ho raha h..Bhut jhut bolte ho babu.He: sach me..Poo..Bhut tight. I was glad Pam's and my college fund was topped up and wouldn't run short, even if the fees did go up every year. I was sad, though, that my Grandad has passed away and left my Nana on her own when she couldn't cope by herself. For all their money, he hadn't made any plans for this to happen. It was something for me to remember in the future. I knew my Dad would too.There was no funeral. We all went to the island and held a memorial service at a nearby church in Colwood the following weekend.. .."MJay bored her ass against my pelvis, her silken sheath swallowing me completely,"Yesss..."Her cry trailed off into a prolonged hiss as my beautiful daughter-in-law continued impaling herself on my rigid manhood. When she slumped against me, I pinched her nipples, and she jolted violently as her hot cum flooded her cunt.We sat in silence, Mary-Jayne's body quivering with aftershocks. She enjoyed her apres-climatic ecstasy while I had a foolish grin on my face. To say I was feeling pretty. I knew we were going to die, but then I saw how calm and determined you acted, and knew that you didn't think we were dead, so I waited and watched."When you pulled that gun, you never hesitated, and never stopped to think. You just shot the pilot, and then you shot the guy with the machine gun. I saw him try to jump out, but you shot him as he leaped. It was the most unlikely thing, seeing you shoot down a helicopter with a little handgun, and then shoot the man with the machine gun as he.