By now my poor little cock was aching I could feel it growing in my pants. Bob was looking at his phone again and I managed to get a few glances of wh...at he was looking at. There were some nice cheerleaders and gymnasts and even a couple of boys on the beach showing of cocks and arses. All my sort of age too.I was getting flustered and my stop was next, but I dropped my water bottle which spilt a bit, the noise and my sudden movement roused Bob as he turned around to see what was happening. At. What would go through my mind as my fingers brought me to ecstasy was Issac coming out and taking my body, fucking me like a wild animal would fuck its mate. Sometimes before dinner when the house was as peaceful as death itself, Issac would find me and drag me off into the chapel. He enjoyed when I would softly beg him not to fuck me, how he loved taking me. Pushing me over one of the pews he would pull my cotton dress up over my head, his hands warm and soft as he would stroke my naked ass.. "Jack..." Christine began to ask before pausing."What!" Jack replied in a frustrated tone, disturbing him working is not his idea of being sisterly he thought to himself."... I want you to fuck me!" she just blurted out.Jack took little notice of her words at first, shaking his head distantly at what she just asked of him. "I'm busy!" he told her, in hope she'd leave him alone.Christine was angry. No guy had ever turned her down, especially when she was offering it on a plate. "For fuck sake. What I did not expect was my son. Why?”“Why not? His opposite is Joe in Australia so we are different but the same.” Helena replied.“OK. Now Son, Suzanne, Claire would you accept the position as directors of VatAirCo? Fred you are automatic with your wife” William asked and smiled at Fred.Fred looking dejected “My lovely wife don’t I get a choice”Helen smiled with the comments “No.”They all laughed.The three of them agreed to be directors. Fred replied “I agree as well.” Poking his tongue out.