Nothing that great lasts forever unfortunately, the Lees returning from Japan brought normality back into my life.Brittany did not stay over the first...night; the Lees and I talked until it was dark out. They were tearful but would be okay. Later, I was reading on my bed when they came in. They crawled onto the bed; it was like our first summer at college.I was lost without the strict schedule of my pre-Olympic life. I had not taken summer classes because of the Games; I was still a student of. I wanted to fuck her yes, but ripping our clothes off wasn’t what we needed or felt. Our desire was more casual, simmering, waiting for the right moment.We found a small diner and settled into a booth near the back so we could talk without neighbors. The conversation quickly became intimate as we talked about our past.“You remember Mark Sodle? He used to come in my window and spend the night with me, that’s when I learned not to make any noise when I have sex. You were next door and Mom and Dad. I leaned forward and ran my wet, lust filled tongue, across his tight, but full ballsack. My tongue could feel every wrinkle and then across his shaft and felt every vein. His dick felt soft and yet firm and swelled under my tongue. I lapped at his fat, engorged cocks head. I felt him touch the side of my face and I thought to myself that this was even better than I had dreamed. I held and cupped his amble balls as I took my time and enjoyed licking his hard dick. My hand now gripping him at. Someone jumped down at the front end of the car that we were opposite which was the one Berta was in. He looked to be dragging his leg. The man was headed for the front of the train. I swung up between the cars and shot at him. He went down. The bag of loot went flying when he did. It was now quiet. I spoke. “Berta, it’s me, Brady. Is it safe to open the door?”“Yeah, come on in.” I looked in could see a man dead on the floor. The three youngest kids were crying. Robby announced, “Mama shot him.