It was already late afternoon and he had no other plan. He was short on cash to go out with friends.When he went back home he was cleaning the crawl s...ace, for the first time, when he spotted a small brown cover under the ancient dust. It was no more than a quarter inch thick, but was not noticeably different from some of the unevenly laid boards. He only found it when he placed his hand on the flooring to brace himself, only to slide six or seven inches. It was very dusty too. he blew over the. The way the shorts hugged and outlined his ass was very alluring. I held up my glass and he took it and refreshed my drink. I watched him walk away and I admired his ass again. I was horny enough to consider fucking him if he was receptive. He returned with my drink and handed it to me. ‘You no get date tonight.’ ‘No Thai, I struck out, maybe tomorrow.’ ‘I can make you happy, if you like. I used to make Mister Mike happy.’ I thought about it and decided why not. I stood up and Thai dropped to. We assumed our sons would be playing their video games. When we came in the house we heard something different from the usual video game sounds. We went upstairs quietly and were in for the shock of our lives. The boys were dressed in just our own bras and panties. John was straddling Mike who was lying on the floor. John had his cock out jerking it over Mike. We heard him say something like show me your tits and rub your pussy."Mom, oh my god, what are you doing here?" Mike croaked.I looked. After I put my bags down in my closet, I looked over at my desk and saw that my mother’s music box was sitting near the edge with a note attached to it. I brushed my hand over it and realized that it was caked in dust. I wonder when she put it here. To have this dust on it, it had to have been over a year. I ripped the note off its taped confinement and began reading: Dear Abigail, I am not sure when our paths will cross again. Or if they ever will. It is my sincere hope that you live a long.