Dad accompanied my mother’s body back home and we had a very nice funeral for her. I was in a daze and days turned into weeks and weeks turned into ...months. I was in my own world hurting. I wasn’t even sure about the pain dad was experiencing. I graduate High School but spent most of my time in my bedroom listening to music. Dad checked on me from time to time and we would sit and talk and he would hold me. I will always be grateful to him for that time I needed hugs and reassurance. . The first man rubbed his cock clean as he watched his dogging buddy ram his hard cock in. “Thought you wanted to fuck the slags arse?”“Fucking will, just lubing my dick with your spunk first, before it goes up her back chute,” the man grunted.Sandy was beside herself with lust at the crude words of her second fucker.“Right slut, try this for size,” the man said as he pulled his cock from Sandy's cunt and pushed it firmly into her arsehole.Sandy felt her clit grinding into the car's bonnet. She. And of course, traffic started backing up. Everybody was tooting their horns and waving like crazy.It wasn't long before a police officer pulled up behind me. He got out of his car and started walking toward me. I could tell he was not a happy camper!"What's going on here?" My car has a flat tire." I said calmly."Well," he asked, "what are those obscene cardboard men doing here by the road?"I couldn't believe that he didn't know - so I told him, "Hellooo! Those are my emergency flashers!"This. The call didn't come from Becky; it came from my son Steve. "Dad, I'm going out of town on business for a couple of days and I told Becky she could call you if she needed anything. Is that okay with you?"Oh God, I thought, this is bad. It's not right, what is going to happen is not right. Steve's voice cut into my thoughts, "Dad? Are you there?" I managed to croak out that I would be available if Becky needed me and as I put the phone down I prayed that what was going to happen would not end in.