She says I look like my dad, but I have to take her word for it. I don’t much remember what he looked like, and for some reason, she doesn’t have ...ny pictures, she says. Anyway, back to my story. When about two years later he asked Mom to marry him, we were all for it. He’d set her up in a nice small apartment long before, but when they married, we of course moved into his house – and what a house it was. It was only one story, but it was spread out with a large living room and sliding glass. Jill milks him dry until only a few dribbles still cling from his cock hole. “ See. I told you,” Jill smiles. “Just a dick.” She turns and walks away leaving Markus bound, gagged, dripping cum and with his pants around his ankles. That night I slept like a child and if I dreamed, I do not remember. Part Two ~ The Scent ~ The phone is ringing and I wanted to kill someone. If only I could open my eyes. My body hates me. Every muscle aches and my stomach warbles like I'm the last passenger on. Our wives, while they knew each other, did not become the friends that Adam and I had become.While in the Army Adam and I had several opportunities to travel together. The Army calls it TDY, short for temporary duty. We traveled all over, usually staying in motels, separate rooms of course, but sometimes staying in the Army’s bachelor quarters on base if we were near one and they had rooms available.Now for you youngsters reading this, “back in the day” as they say, in the early seventies,. "With a trembling hand, Frankie took the lipstick from Valerie and easedhimself up from the vanity seat. He turned slowly towards the mirror andgasped aloud when he saw an image of himself he could have had hardlyimagined. A stunning young woman stared backed at him. She had browneyes outlined in dark liner, with thick fluttering lashes, and deeplytoned eye shadow artfully applied to create a wide, doe-like gaze. Herhigh cheekbones gave her face a sculpted look and her complexion.