We became great friends. Up late, having legendary all-night chats about life, sex (or the lack thereof), music, science, and sex…typical smart-kid ...tuff. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig, and watched him giggle like mad while playing the clarinet. We’d crash. "You mean the one by Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys, Grannie?" I asked.Grannie sang,"Deep within my heart lies a melodyA song of old San AntoneWhere in dreams I live with a memoryBeneath the stars all aloneIt was there I found beside the AlamoEnchantment strange as..."She stopped. Grannie is one of the Crane Girls ... they have perfect pitch.I was playing right along with her. I stopped when she stopped. The look she looked was one of speculation."I don't know if I do or not," I lied. "I just. ~~Kelly and Aunt Jackie came home from shopping. Carlo ran down the stairs to talk to his sister."Kelly, let's go to the beach. It's such a nice day." Sure. Let me get my suit. Does Martin want to come?" No. Martin said he would stay home." Okay. I'll be right down. I have to change." Hi, Aunt Jackie. How are you?" Great. How are you, Carlo? We have to visit again soon." Okay. Maybe later I could give you a massage. You seem to like those." Sure. I love massages."Carlo smiled at his. It was evident he had just shot his load into her since her still openedasshole shimmered with white cum. Her panties were down around her knees ashis cock dripped a last string of cum which seemed head for the cotton crotchin her panties. My own ass squeezed as I held the photo."Would you like dinner?" I asked as I dated the photos and marked them withmy initials to show I had received them.The doorbell rang again and before another 15 minutes had gone by my book atthe door had been filled.