.it was my job to bring our last family member into our new way of life. I needed and suddenly wanted to fuck my son, Scotty.As I parked in front of h...s dorm, I reflected on how difficult this task might be. Scotty was our oldest c***d -- a near genius young man of twenty-three years old, due to finish his graduate degree in cybernetics in the fall. Spring semester was over and I was here to pick him up and bring him home for the summer. I was here for more than that though. I was here to. And then, what was sold and delivered there.Small arms rifles and pistols were everywhere. Hundreds of millions made, sold, lost, captured all over the world. With every war, every skirmish, there was always a flood of rifles and ammo to both sides.The Taliban was using rifles against the Russians that were left over from the WW1 and WW2 and later; American, British, Spanish, German and Russian bolt action, semiautomatic and machine guns. There were warehouses all over Europe and the world that. I couldn’t believe how generous this guy was, that would be over 10 minutes of videos, he told me to flip through the videos and pick anything I like. Before I had the $5 in he had my shorts and his sweatpants around our ankles (a strange coincidence neither of use wore underwear). While I worked the machine, he expertly jacked my cock with one hand and jacked off his own cock with his other rubbing it gently up and down in between my butt cheeks. I found a good video and fell into a trance. “So give me all the details Sam. I want to know everything so we can figure this out!” “Okay… where to begin?” The next few hours were spent talking about Sam’s upbringing without a mother. Sam’s father would always give her baths, and when Sam was old enough, he had to teach her all about the changes going on with her body. It was difficult for both of them since Mr. Pierce worked all the time and still had to find a way to care for Sam. Eventually, Sam became old enough to take care of.