It was a side of Sam Puckett that she rarely ever showed, even alone with Freddie. He knew that she must be in a really good mood, plus she hadn't men...ioned food in over an hour. Freddie was deep in his thoughts when Sam spoke."We've come a long way, haven't we Benson?" Yeah I guess you can say we have Puckett. Why do you ask?" I was just thinking about how much things have changed over the years."Freddie nodded. Things had changed a lot over the years."Remember when I said that one time that. There was the sound of wood scraping against wood, and then a blur of blue. Next thing he knew, Rory was on the floor, flat on his back and the back of his head hurt just a little. “Happy Birthday tiny one!”, Amy screamed. “Don't call me tiny! And that hurt!” Rory retorted, a tad irritated. His mother rushed over. “Amy! get off your brother!” she said with a stern voice but a smile on her face. “Junior is 9 today!” came his father's booming voice. The rest of the morning was a blur of activity.. We made love. Toss that ‘sister’ stuff aside. I needed you, Brad. Not some random stud. I could’ve hit a bar and had one of those in an hour. I needed YOU. Safe. Caring. Responsible. You, that I’ve known my whole life.”“You think of me like that?”“I do.”“But I’m your brother.”“Nope. Man that I’ve known and respected and adored my whole life. This is just the final level.”We made love. Got out of bed, went to the bathroom – he sounds like a deluge – and got back in bed together. Kisses. Then got. I love you and hope to see you tomorrow. Good night.”I gave Erin’s pussy a kiss, French, of course, and settled down with my face on her expanded blond bush. I could feel Lynn’s tongue move my soft penis around to a comfortable spot in her mouth and when she stopped moving, I fell asleep.“Mom” “Yes, my babies.” “It is time.” “Good. Your father will be so happy.” “You too.” “Yes, me too.” “The pain is over.” “Good. There has been too much.” “Here we come.”“Paul! Wake up honey. It is time.” Lynn.