As I parked, a brand spanking new F150 parked beside me. I got out of my car and approached the F150’s driver as he was exiting.“That looks like o...ne dam nice truck!”“Thanks. I just got it a week ago.”“My son had one a few years ago. He was happy with it but when he got married, they switched to an SUV.”“Would you like to get in?”“You bet, thanks.”He opened the driver’s door and I got behind the wheel.He got in the passenger side. I grasped the steering wheel and looked around. It was bloody. Colleen and my ladies conspired to keep me up all night and make sure I never lacked for attention. Regina enjoyed the limo rides, and Colleen came to love the choppers. I couldn't wait to get them out on Air Force One.All this, and I still had to deal with the funerals.Roger Wallace, the Pastor at Charles' home church in Indiana, preached a very lovely funeral service. My mind stayed fixed on his words, and when the Secret Service hoisted the casket of President Charles Thornton onto their. So we got ready and went out to eat. Mac stopped by the store and bought more beer. 4pm we went back out to fish, we met Tom at the pond. Mac and Tom was talking about something, I think me. Tom looked at me like he was checking me out. They drank all the beer they both had, I think they were little bit drunk.It was getting dark and they were still talking, I heard Tom saying he had to take a piss, he went over to a tree near me and took his cock out and peed. He had a big dick, he was hard. When he opened it, there stood Louise. He didn’t recognise her at first as he hadn’t seen her for nearly six years now. What made it more difficult was she had a black eye, bruises on her face and her looks had been spoiled by her broken and badly set nose. After getting over his initial shock he invited her in and made her coffee, asking what he could do for her. She sat down and as she started to tell him her story she broke down and simply wept. Jason was at a loss what to do as all the old.