Fully paid for by the state, buried with full honors, a ceremony and your mother was presented with a flag and his medals. Some fucking compensation. ...ose a son, gain a fucking flag. I never really knew Bradley that well to mourn him as a good friend, but I did just the same, however, honestly that emotion, that outpouring of grief, came from knowing how torn apart you were. It came from knowing how I could do nothing for you. I think it was ok to grieve like that? I think it was? I know when. In the mean time, we're going to need to get you cleanedup and out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold." She turned toCorina, handing the phone to her. "Would you put this away for me andget a bath started for Bobby?" Sure thing," Corina answered, taking the phone and then giggling as shebunny-hopped up the steps.Aunt Joan then put her hands on my shoulders and steered me towards thesteps leading downstairs. "We'll have to use the sink in the laundryroom. I can't have you tracking mud. Soon we were making out heavily still in the garage leaning against my car.I don’t know how long we stood there but we both were breathing heavy when she finally stopped then she led me into her home. I after that make out session was already growing a boner but seeing how she filled out her jeans finished it. It was hard not to stare at the spread between her thighs as it was in my face walking up the steps. I followed her into the kitchen and sat down on a stool while she quietly poured us. ‘Ah, shit, Seven.’ She cursed in delight as her nails bit into the steel band of an arm, her eyes screwing closed in delight as she grit her teeth, toes curling in ecstasy. ‘My apologise.’ His voice purred from behind her as he began to walk, every step knocking his erect cock against another part of her still sensitive pussy. His body moved behind her as he strode towards the bathroom causing her own to shift and bounce, squeezing more cum out of her tight little snatch, leaving a trail in.