Mum thought it would be a good idea to take the motor home back there after the funeral. To take stock of our lives. My job was only a casual one so I... wouldn't have any trouble getting the time off.The funeral was a full military one, they carried Dad's coffin on a gun carriage. His slouch hat, swagger stick, medals and ribbons were displayed on the Australian flag wrapped coffin. At Mum's request the only flowers were one red and one white rose.After a dreary sermon we followed the procession. But he wasted no time in setting her straight. His fat belly slapped her but as he mounted like a huge stag beetle over a much smaller female.He was in full flow, pushing her down, gripping her shoulder to help hail his bulk back and forth up her. His cock pressed so deep her sexy blue eyes bulged in her head. She in turn looked up pussy rubbed spittle dripping from her chin the other squatting man in front. He was over Steph’s shoulders his hand jerking his limp cock with serious intent. Once. He pulled me up against him, his arms still around me. Letting go of my tits he moved his hands down to my hips and the other between my legs and started rubbing my clit as he fucked me. Since he was holding me up I rested my hands on top of his and got even louder as my next orgasm hit me. Thats when he held me tightly against him and let out a long groan. Engh..fuck Ash! Ahh. Resting my head on his shoulder I pressed against him and let out a sigh as I felt him cum release into my pussy. I. Jessica felt her whole body lifting off the ground when her lips met his. Brent felt his being shocked to the core by the sweetness of her lips. Neither could help when the sweet kiss became a bit more passionate. What started as a simple peck spiraled into a full blown make out session. It was Brent that stopped the kiss by pulling back and staring into her eyes. He could see in her hazy eyes that she wasn’t upset he had pulled away. At that moment they both knew what was happening between.