His name was Matt, and he decided to spend his first night back in town with his family. Matt had finished moving his stuff into his new apartment dow... the street, and then hurried over to his parents house. Problem was his parents weren't home, just his sister Jessica.Jessica answered the door, and smiled, "Oh Matt, what are you doing here?" Jessica was beautiful, she was eighteen, her breasts were small, but her figure was very shapely. She had short wavy, dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and. “Ever titty fuck?” she asked while giggling.I shook my head no as she placed my hard prick between her breast and with both her hands closed the globes of flesh around my manhood. It was a little awkward at first but mom took her breasts and began massaging my cock to a hardness I never knew I could obtain. I starred at mom’s pussy as she spread her legs as far as possible. It was too much and in an instant I felt a tingling sensation in my cock I had never felt before. I grunted as white. More than anything else, it was the fact that I was powerless to perform the most basic tasks that got me down. On a positive note, about two weeks into my recuperation Jenny returned home from boarding school for half-term. I was particularly pleased about this, because it meant that life wouldn’t be so dull for the next few days, and Jenny was happy to play nursemaid. From the moment she arrived, she couldn’t do enough for me, but more than that, she just filled me with joy. For most. If they sensed something in the road, they could stop and deploy a gigantic robot arm to pick it up and move it or blow it up. That was the theory, anyway. It didn’t always work. Occasionally the hajjis would rig up a bomb big enough to blow up even a bomb-proof vehicle, and occasionally they would just not see the bomb to begin with.Our first indication that we were really screwed was when we got to Mahaweel and linked up with a second pair of anti-IED Buffaloes, rigged up like the two we had.