All of us were openly weeping.After a few minutes, we separated. The remainder of the dinner was left on the table. We all went out on dad's deck and ...sat in silence. Millions of questions arose in each of our heads. Finally one question won out. "Dad, what do we do now?" I asked. We all looked to our father to guide us through this."We all need to get back to Colorado." He stated boldly. With that he got on the phone and ordered the company jet for our trip back home. Three hours later we were. My feet left the ground, the bar between my ankles was now behind his back, my legs pulled in as far as possible. I could feel his cock on my back, he dropped the gag from my mouth. He plucked the butt plug from my ass, his head met my hole. I could feel his cock slide to my hole. Our eyes met, 'please,' I desperately mouthed, as he teased me. He used the full length of his cock, it made me gasp.I don't remember when my eyes closed but I remember when they opened. He was taking pleasure in my. It felt nice, but the sensation I was most pleased with was her weight pressing down on my erection. I looked up at Kit, her head rested on her shoulder as she watched her hand work, not acknowledging the obvious erection grinding into her panties. Kit took a drink of her wine then looked back at the tv again. She switched her massage from a fingernail drag to squeezing and massaging one finger at a time. Since she wouldn't actually stroke me off, I guessed she was going to show me how she. Then everyone departed to repeat the same task for their loved ones and friends, this time with words and rites of farewell. All day they buried the dead to the sound of funereal wails throughout the town. New widows wrapped their heads in black veils while parents cried over dead children, younger and older. Men cried for their wives, mothers, and sisters. At the end of the day, Yakhir stood at the grave as Uncle Porat lowered his wife into the ground. There were more relatives to bury and.