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Jack took the phone call from his father on Tuesday morning; his brother Tom had died last night, they reckoned that he had a heart attack then fell down the stairs. His wife, Pat, had found him at seven this morning; she wondered where he was when she woke up then had the shock of her life when she saw him at the foot of the stairs. Dad was in his early seventies now; it was a three-hour drive to Tom's funeral, dad wanted Jack to drive him. Dad told him that the funeral was on Saturday morning at eleven.
Jack was a successful businessman. He had taken over his mum's family business when his grandfather had died. The company had an extensive property portfolio; Jack had expanded into other companies. With Tom dead, then dad was now the oldest male in the family. Jack knew that he would have to get his father there, and he wanted to be there as well as he had liked uncle, Tom. Jack was now thirty-six. He was single but had several girlfriends. One of the businesses Jack had was he leased a twin-engine turboprop plane to the local Flying Club. Jack also used the aircraft to deliver Sunday newspapers and mail to several Islands close to the airport where the plane was based. The Senior Instructor did the flying for these flights. This was a lucrative business.
The weekend of the funeral was the start of the holiday season. The roads would be packed. The three-hour drive could take six hours. Jack had his Private Pilots License. He was qualified to fly the twin-engine plane. It would take an hour to fly there. They would go on the plane and take a taxi to the Church. Dad was agreeable to this, so Jack arranged for the plane to be logged out to him from nine on Saturday morning until four on Saturday afternoon.
Jack mum and dad had separated three years ago; Jack was totally on his mum's side. Mum was ten years younger than dad. They couldn't stand each other now. Mum now lived in an apartment that the property company owned. They wouldn't divorce as it would have cost Jack's father too much. Mum was financially secure. She received a good salary from the company. Tom's wife Pat was one year older than mum. She was fifteen years younger than Tom. Jack had met Pat only three times in his life. Although, Uncle Tom would see him at least eight times a year when he visited his father. Mum liked Pat. They had met several times, mum and dad, at the time of the wedding, had been on speaking terms, both had been at the wedding.
Jack had spoken to mum; mum would have liked to go to the funeral as she liked both Pat and Tom but decided against it. So instead, she would organise a wreath which Jack would take on the plane with him. Saturday morning arrived, Jack met his father in the Flying Club car park. Jack had done his preflight routine. The aircraft had a full tank. They took off just before nine. They flew over the motorway that they would have used, then Jack's dad said, "We've done the right thing. It would have taken us hours to drive today."
They arrived at the destination airport, parked the plane in their Flying Club area, and got a taxi to Tom's house as dad had wanted to speak to Pat before the Service. The Church was one hundred yards from Tom's House. They would walk to the Church, return to the house for lunch, and get another taxi back to the airport. Pat was delighted to see dad and Jack. Pat, her daughter and another friend, were arranging the buffet lunch that would be served. Dad had asked Pat if she would like him to say a few words about Tom from his side of the family. Pat thought that would be a good idea as the priest was a new one and hardly knew Tom.
They all walked to the Church; Pat walked with Jack and Su, Pat's daughter, who worked in France, flew over for the funeral walked with dad. Pat was so grateful that Jack and dad had come for the funeral. Jack thought that both Pat and Su were cock stiffeners. They both were tall, full-bodied, and so attractive. In the Church, Pat sat beside Jack. He loved how she smelt; Pat had left to speak to the priest about dad speaking. Dad had gone with her. Jack then said to Su. He asked, "Where in France do you work?"
Su smiled then said, "Close to Lyon. Mum told me that you're often in France, are you ever in Lyon?"
"Yes, I am in Burgundy often. I have a small wine importing business. It started as a hobby but now employs eight people. I will be there in the next few weeks."
"After the Service, I must give you my mobile number. I have a spare bedroom in my apartment so if you need a bed then let me know. I also know the best places to eat."
"That sounds good. What do you do in Lyon?"
"I'm a designer, and I'm in the silk business. I have been in it since I left University. I have a senior position coordinating several small high-quality silk Mills we sell to Chanel and Hermes. It's a fascinating business."
Jack liked the way her massive tits were jiggling. He then slipped one of his business cards into her hand and said, "WhatsApp me on my mobile number."
Then dad and Pat came out of the Church Sacristy. Pat looked gorgeous. Both she and Su were dressed in black, but Pat seemed so sexy. The way that Pat walked was so sensual. Pat smiled at Jack as she sat down beside him. The Service passed quickly; dad was humorous when he spoke of Tom, saying that Tom had been so happy after meeting and marrying Pat in the last years of his life. They were a perfect couple. It was a thoughtful speech and gave a good insight into Tom's life.
Tom was buried in the Church cemetery; after that, they walked back to Pat's house. There were twenty people there, mostly friends of Pat. Jack didn't drink at all but chatted to many of the guests. They all had good memories of Tom.
Jack had spoken to Su. She told him that she had sent him a message on WhatsApp. Jack had switched off his phone when he landed this morning and hadn't switched it back on. After the meal, Jack went to the bathroom. When he came out, Pat was standing in the hallway. She said as she handed Jack a piece of paper, "Jack, my mobile number is on this paper. That's the best way to contact me. Tom was very fond of you, he asked me to give you a memento of him, but I would prefer to give it to you later. The next time you are in the area, then please let me know. If you need a bed for the night, then I have one for you. Please get in touch with me soon. Thanks for bringing your dad and coming yourself today. It means a lot to me."
As Pat said this, she hugged Jack, she pulled him close to her, Jack felt the weight of her massive tits on his chest, he also felt her pushing her pussy against his leg with a firm circular motion. Their lips met, Pat's tongue went deep inside Jack's mouth, they tongue kissed for a couple of minutes. Pat was still pulling Jack closer. Jack's hand went instinctively to Pat's massive left tit. He squeezed her big hard nipple; Pat gasped with pleasure then said, "We should stop now. I love how you kiss. I love how you touched me. Next time you're here, it will only be you and me."
