“Alright, that was quite the scene. You’re in.” The woman told us, “Max, you can follow me this way. Chelsea, you wait here. Sandra will be in...soon to escort you.” With that the woman took Max by the hand and led him through a door on the far side of the room. I tried to see what was beyond but all I could see was darkness and not much else. I didn't have to wait long for Sandra to show up. Had she just been waiting outside the door the whole time? “Chelsea? I’m Sandra,” she said. “That was. She placed her right hand on my hand and my leg was touching her body side and I could feel the smoothness she was slowly rubbing my penis with her left hand at one instance she kissed quickly my cock over the track within a fraction of second and stroking my cock again I was holding her hand and my other hand behind her seat.When I felt the sensation when I am going to cum and also realized girl behind me was checking on us but I did not care as I was in verge of climax and hold her tits. I rushed back to her getting my phone out as I ran. By the time I had crouched back down beside her, I had dialled 999. I spoke to the police and told them what had happened and roughly where we were. It was enough to tell them that we were about two miles north of the village, down a side road on the right. I didn't mention Limston Hill, as I was now sure that the two bastards had lied about the name or had just made it up. I sat with Lena as she slowly began to calm down, my arms around her. .. trying to get my eyes dry and myself more composed before I did so.Looking at the picture of Samantha and I and Becky in our backyard I realized that not only was I a miserable man, I had made my family miserable too.Turning I found all my kids standing there, with their spouses. Not only them, but Susan and Samantha as well."What?"It was all I could think of to say."Where you moving to dad?"My oldest son... always the pragmatic one, accepting a fact and then moving from that."Got a place.