"What's funny?" Toby asked.

"I just thought of something," Ginger said. "What?" Toby asked, giving one of his sister's small nipples a light pinch.

"Remember what Daddy said?"

"He told us a lot of things," Toby replied.

"About Mother?"

"He still said a lot of things."

"About wishing she would come home?" Ginger said. "That he would call her the day he was killed?"

"Oh, that."

Lisa listened, watching her daughter bounce her brother's cock up and down. "He said he was gonna call her and beg her to come home. He was gonna tell her all about this, remember?"

Toby nodded. "I don't think it's funny, though."

"It's not funny, at least not that way," Ginger said. "I was just thinking about what it would be like if Daddy was still alive, with all of us like this."

"Yeah," Toby agreed. "Did you see those shorts Mom had on? They sure were tight."

"Got you hard, didn't it?" Ginger laughed. "You know it!" Toby grinned. "I'm glad you came here tonight, Ginger. I was about to take a chance and come to your room."

Lisa turned from the door and walked silently back to her bedroom. If her husband had found Ginger and Toby fucking, she was sure she was the last person he would call for help. But from what Ginger had said, that seemed to be the truth. And what else had Ginger meant?

Lisa removed her robe and climbed beneath the sheets. Her husband could not have gotten involved with the children, not that puritan who only fucked in one position – on top of her. Not the man who had refused to let her suck his cock, or lick her cunt. Not the man who had felt it was only his duty to fuck her.

The idea was just too ridiculous to consider. Instead she thought of the boy on the bus, Tod.

She licked her lips as if still feeling his young cock between them. She slowly began caressing her body, fondling her tits, her flat stomach, the thick hair that covered her cunt. She parted her legs, rubbing her hand up and down her wet, hot cunt. In her mind she was sucking on Tod's delicious cock again, the movements of the bus making it more erotic, the sleeping passengers never knowing she was giving the young boy a blow-job.