“Even if it’s just Bri’s house.”Heather gave me a squeeze. “Whatever happens is fine with me!”I changed the subject, letting the girls cha... on about something.Alana. Will she be at Jonah’s? Unlikely in November, since she’d still be at college. But over the holiday, it was possible. If Jonah’s parties were really as good as everyone said, it was probable that she knew him. It was even likely that she might go to them when she was back home on break. Then again, what was the worry? I told Alana. I always assumed as I grew up I’d cum that much too. Not even close. Dad’s volume of cum was the subject of many conversations later in life. Shelly claimed that if he went “without” for more than four or five days his load would completely fill her cunt. I remember this one time in particular he had led Shelly into his bedroom. He had her face down on the bed and was having a go at her from behind. Dad had placed a pillow under her hips. This had her butt pushed upward. Dad had. She had returned to her previous job and was once again quite successful.We had also heard from Linda who was also doing fine. She had called because she wanted to know if I would rent my house to a friend of hers who was moving into town. I agreed almost immediately as I hadn't been able to sell it and it was just sitting vacant. Her daughter, she assured us, was doing fine and having no signs or symptoms from having come in contact with me.When we were in the car and headed home, I pulled out. Peter, that person who looks like me is a criminal. He calls himself the Chameleon." Peter's mind was racing. He could hardly believe what he was being told, especially when he looked over at the person he'd admitted into his house, who looked exactly like Betty. "Whoever he is, he's a master of disguise, Peter. He's wearing some sort of mask over his face." I see," Peter said, looking at the marvel of latex rubber before him. He could hardly believe it."I'm not even sure if he's a man or a.