I am going to meet my brother. I haven't seen him in nine years." Nine years! Sheesh! Where's he been? The French Foreign Legion?"June snorted. "Not l...kely! My father snatched Mike and fled the state." I've heard of things like that. Never met any one that it happened to." Well it happened to me. Dad picked up Mike at school, one day, and I never saw either of them again." Wow! That must have been rough. How old were you?" I was fourteen. Mike was twelve." And you're meeting after nine years at. Her bathrobe had long since been moved aside, exposing her nakedness…suddenly she realized his apparent nakedness also as he lay stretched out across the bed, sunlight shining thru a window across the well formed lines and chiseled features of his back and torso…his perfectly round shaped tanned buttocks thrusting ever so slightly into the bed each time he buried his face into her mound. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his tongue stiffen and probe deeper and harder into her love cave, his. **** Jeffrey didn’t recognize her at first, her face red from tears. But as she crumbled on the floor by the counter he reacted. He knelt on the floor by her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as she cried. ‘That bastard, that bastard,’ she choked out her words. Jeffrey still didn’t know who or what she was talking about, but he felt good comforting her as he repeated, ‘Things will be okay.’ After a few minutes she began to slow down her mutterings and asked for a Kleenex. Jeffrey. He slid his hands down on my hips and gently controlled their movement. I played the game and pushed back into his hands exaggerating the sensual swaying. After less than a song he asked me with a strong African accent if I wanted to go outside with him for a while. I shook my head and said it was too soon. He danced another song before asking me again. His breath also came with an untamed musky smell that matched his body. I looked at his face again and agreed to step outside. He led me by the.