She felt a weird sense ofdeja vu as she stood where it had all begun. Little had been changed inthe years since she left, just a few new knick-knacks ...dded here andthere. She shook herself and followed Meek into the great room.Meek looked around the room, wondering where to start. A picture on atable she'd not seen before caught her attention. It showed Grandma Bethand a man she'd never seen. She picked the frame up and studied thephoto more closely. The man's face seemed oddly familiar.. "Sarah was crying hard now. She did remember that night and several more like it."Yes, I remember," she sobbed. "I remember that you didn't join the group." No, I was the guy that cleaned you up and got you home. I cleaned you up and took you home a lot of times, Sarah." Why, Jack why did you do that for me? I was a slut and didn't deserve a boy like you, what made you do it?" God damn it, Sarah, don't you know?" No, not really. I thought you just wanted the same things the other guys wanted.". Instead I said, "Thank you very much for having me."Perhaps it was the choice of words with the unintentional double meaning, but she gave me a funny little sideways smile and said, "You're very welcome, I think I will be glad to have you." I think I imagined that she added, under her breath "I hope."The meal was delicious and was made even more enjoyable by stimulating small talk, punctuated by double meanings with sexual innuendos. Like, when I commented on the roast she said, "I love a good. Saying to fuck her pussy. This was followed by grunts and moans from within. I smiled as I wanted the same thing in this room.Jina motioned for me to come near her, I did with my cock half-erect. Jina pulled me to her lips, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked at the head and let out moans in tempo with Glens tongue manipulations on her labia and clit. It felt so good to feel Jina pump my cock in and out her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, she had not given me head at home.