I knew that he had buried to the hilt in her. He had filled her cunt up with his big dick. I shivered in delight, loving everything that I was hearing... He groaned and drew back his hips. He pumped away at her twat. He fucked her with passion. He drove his cock into her. The sounds they made were incredible.“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped as he fucked her.“Mmm, pound your sister hard,” moaned Mom.“He’s so good at that,” my sister panted.“Yes!” I moaned my agreement.“Damn,” grunted my brother. He. He would usually fuck Sandy afterward.One night I joined Mark and Sandy for a nightcap on their boat. We had been with a larger group of people but wanted to wind the night down with something a little more intimate. There was a cool breeze coming through, so we retreated to the spacious cabin area.Mark made our drinks while Sandy I slow danced to the jazz music playing on their satellite radio. We kissed and danced until Mark arrived with our drinks. We talked about the party, especially the. There was a lot of groping and humping the back seat till I came to the Wright's Lake turn-off and got off the main highway. The road is a narrow two-lane affair with turnouts every few miles and mostly deserted at night. I stopped at an entrance to a campground and turned the engine off. It was very, very dark and quiet in that mountain forest. We could see campfires. Before I joined the girls in the back seat I moved both front seats forward and folded the backrests forward too. I got in on. Clayton soon joined him as well, remaining by his side for therest of the service.When the funeral procession had reached the burial plot the same carefulprocess the burial detail had exercised to place the casket inside thehearse was repeated when they removed it. Singh watched silently as thedetail reached the graveside and then slid the casket onto the standthat would hold it in place until it was ready to be lowered one finaltime.The flag draped coffin now in place, Lt. Clayton left Singh's.