Quite often on road trips, I go commando and this is one of those occasions. I undo my belt, unzip, and pull my cock out of my fly. I rub the knob in ...a circular motion. I then stroke up and down my shaft. The feeling is awesome. I take brief glances away from the road to look down at my swollen cock. I’m giving it an extra squeeze when, up ahead, I see a hitchhiker. He’s thumbing a ride with his right hand and holding a backpack in his left. I slow down to get a good look at him. He is youngish. .. an accident, that's all." "No, baby. If it hadn't been for me, Bill wouldn't have been in that accident in the first place," she whispered. I stared at my mother in perfect incomprehension, "What -- Mom, what in God's name are you talking about?" She sighed, staring down at her hands. "On the day he died, right before he was going to work, I picked a fight with him. It was about something utterly moronic, too... I was just in a crappy mood, and took it out on your father. We... we. I though maybe he got hungry and is in the kitchen getting a snack. I walked into the kitchen expecting to see him there making a pig of his self but he wasn't there either. I was about to turn and go back out the door when I heard a noise that came from the laundry room. The noise sounded suspiciously like a grunt or moan. I eased up to the door to the laundry room and peered through the crack in the door and what did I see but that worthless bastard wanking his dick with a pair of my soiled. Sharon came and joined us on one side, and Lill came at the other, and Nancy said to Sharon ‘help me’ and they were lifting Mandy up and her legs went round my waist like scissors and her arms round my neck and I felt Nancy’s hand guiding my cock as Sharon and Lill gently eased Mandy down onto it and I felt her ballerina-muscled tightness squeezing and rippling over me. I put one arm round Sharon’s shoulders and one arm round Lill’s and found Nancy’s hands with each of them. Then I reached in,.