"Clare! What the hell, I'm driving." I screamed; however Clare was not deterred she proceeded to stroke my rapidly growing prick. She then bent over my lap and started to blow me whilst we were driving down the freeway, I couldn't believe she was doing it but my god it felt amazing!!
The inevitable happened and I shot my load down her throat, again Clare managed to take it all. She scooted across the bench to sit right next to me.
"Wow! Sis that was amazing, but you really shouldn't do that whilst I'm driving, you'll get me into trouble with the police."
"I only wanted to thank you for this afternoon, I've really enjoyed myself." Clare replied.
We were back home quickly; I dropped Clare off and went back to the garage to see if my Dad needed any help with the van he had recovered.
I pulled into the yard, I could see that my Dad had come back with our truck, but there was something wrong. As soon as I got out of the cab of my truck I realised what was wrong, my father was lying on the floor at the back of the truck. The van that he had recovered was quite a way from the truck.
I ran to my father, as I got closer I was horrified to see that he had obviously been struck by the van. I kneeled down next to him, he was not breathing! I tried to resuscitate him but was not getting anywhere. I called the ambulance and carried on whilst I waited, it felt like hours before the ambulance arrived.
The Paramedics where fantastic; they very quickly had all kinds of equipment and lines attached to him, and they got to the casualty dept very quickly.
All too quickly the consultant came into the waiting room, I could see straight away that the news he was bringing me was not good.
"I'm very sorry David. There was nothing I could do; your father had received massive injuries to his chest." The consultant continued "If it's any consolation, I'm sure your father would have died almost instantly."
I think that I'd known my father was dead the minute I drove into the yard, I don't really know what made me go back, after all my father had done thousands of recoveries over the years and I had already finished for the day.
I left the hospital and walked around for a while, I was stunned, in shock I walked for miles, going nowhere in particular when my mobile rang.
"Hey Dave, It's time you two were coming home for tea."
"Mom I... "Before I had chance to say any more my Mom cut across me.
"I know what you two are like once you start something, well just finish up and come home, your dinners nearly ready."
"OK" I said, I didn't know what else to say. It had all happened so quickly, obviously nobody had contacted my mother about the accident. Oh my god, I was going to have to tell my mother that her husband of nearly thirty years was dead!
And Clare, oh my beautiful Clare, this was going to turn her world upside down, inside out. Clare has always been close to my father, just like I am with my mother.
I walked in the front door, met by Clare coming down the stairs.
"Hey Handsome, it's about time you two came home I'm starving." Clare said.
"Clare"
"Oh what's up Dave, you look like you've seen a ghost?"
"Clare, oh Clare I'm so sorry, so very sorry."
"Dave your scaring me know, where's Dad?" Clare had gone from a bright playful mood to a worried one, and I was not doing much to ease it.
I walked over to Clare and took her in my arms and hugged her for all I was worth. Clare pulled away from me "I'll ask you again, where's my Dad?"
"Clare, when I got back to the yard I could see something was wrong, there was an accident. Dad was crushed by a van, the winch rope broke and the van knocked him over."
"But he's OK isn't he?" Clare asked with a look of hope.
"I'm sorry Clare, they tried there best but he was too badly injured."
Clare screamed "DADDY" before bursting into tears and collapsing into my arms, I held her tight to me wishing that I could take away the pain she was feeling.
My Mother came rushing in from the kitchen having heard Clare's scream; she stopped dead in her tracks somehow sensing something was very wrong.
