The MissionBack in my apartment I fixed myself a sandwich and made my final plans for the evening. I remembered from my experiences in the woods as a ...eenager that I was going to have to deal with mosquitoes. This meant that I would have to wear long pants and a long sleeve shirt and use mosquito repellent. I needed to wear something dark so I chose my navy blue warm-ups. They were lightweight but would still be uncomfortable in the heat of an August night. I got a pair of dark socks and black. “You know, I saw what you were doing with Heather in the pool last weekend.”Of course I knew. Sam had told me that night at Heather’s pool party. She’d rubbed my rear end as she spoke.“I know.”“When Nancy came over to visit last night I’ll bet I know what you guys were doing up in your room, too.”Nancy and I had inspected her freckles. All of them. “So?”“So, tell me about Heather. What did her boobs feel like?”Boobs. Right. Like yesterday afternoon when I was reading and Sam came up beside me. I hate mornings! Too many years working the night shift I expect. Whenever I have to get up before ten o'clock I'm a grouch who barely manages to mumble until I've had my third cup of coffee. This didn't seem to bother either of the girls, who chattered at each other like blue jays. I treated them like blue jays too and just enjoyed the sounds without paying attention to what they were saying.About the end of the week while I was sipping my third cup I heard Linda, "What do you think, Uncle. Well were just chilling one day and watching football at his house. The game was a blow out and about halfway through the 3rd quarter he said he had subscribed to a hot porn channel and asked if i wanted to watch. I had a few beers in me and said "yes and it sounded like fun." After about 10minutes were both squirming from the action on the TV. I started to rub my crotch and Josh noticed. He asked if I had jerked off with other guys and I said no, but I want to right now. With that.