His suffering was over. We both promised him we would do our best to fulfill his dying request. That we would move on with our lives and remember him ...fondly. We buried my father on my eighteenth birthday. It was on the ride home in the family car with Jessica that I realized I was all alone in the world. My grandparents were all gone. My father and mother were both only children, so I had no uncles, aunts, or cousins. I was alone. We arrived home late in the afternoon. It had been a long, hard. My mind tries to take it all in, realizing that I have only a 1 in 6 chance of fucking her and then…. Then I will be wearing a condom. I haven’t had to wear a condom for years, but I will if that means I get to fuck her and her amazing pussy. 50% chance that I will be jerking off for my orgasm after she has been fucked by 6 different men. I look at her and she loves it, seeing my mind just reel from the situation, the options in front of me. She says, “Here you go my little cuck,” as she hands. " I went to the wardrobe and got out a large multi coloured box, "Here's yours." We swapped. I had bought Chaime a long leather coat that had almost emptied my bank account. It was dark brown with blood red lining. He held it to his nose and inhaled deeply."Thank you."I went over to the bed and sat on the edge, making getting undressed take a long time. After a while there was no more necessary fiddling and I turned to him dressed in just my boxers and feeling very nervous. Chaime smiled at me. Her bras were not padded but certainly displayed a fair amount of cleavage even if it was through the tops that showed nothing but the outline of her bra. And, the bra did nothing to hide her prominent nipples that begged attention. I asked M what she thought was being suggested by how she looked.Again, there was silence. We both knew she loved the attention she got from men and K’s boyfriend was certainly a man. I mentioned he had a sex drive and had fucked her daughter enough to get her.