I spotted the tears welling up in his eyes for a moment. That brought mine too. He turned, reached out and held me. We went back to the paperwork, it ...idn’t take long. I fixed a meal, lots of it, expecting Jerry to put away at least a pound of steak. He didn’t, he ate less than I did. I asked him to stay the night, since we needed to go to the Courthouse the next day to change some records. He agreed, so I checked the spare bedroom and got it all ready. I settled in for the night. A sound woke. “As far as I know, her ass is still virgin. You could be her first,” Brodie said.“Would you care if I fucked Jillian in the ass?” John asked.“Hell no! You can have her anyway you want; as long as I get some of Allison’s hot pussy,” his brother answered.“I must admit, I’ve always wanted to fuck that big ass of hers,” John told his brother.“Then it’s a deal. I’ll talk to Jillian,” Brodie said.“John wants to fuck you, and I told him you’d let him,” Brodie told his wife the next day.“You what!”. She closed her eyes and let the hot sun beat on her smooth fair skin, feeling as though the weight of the world had been lifted from her young shoulders. Peter Knight stole a glance at his little girl, noting again how much of a woman she had become in three years. Her full ripe breasts strained against her prim white blouse. She had kicked off her shoes and socks and her bare legs were smooth and slender beneath her pleated shirt. He had to remind himself that Davie was no longer a child and. It was gratifying to keep the building as safe as possible while maintaining a good reputation in the eye of the media. That night while I was watching the news of the bust on the television, I heard the fire alarm go off and went to see what the call was. I went to the fire panel and to my surprise it was Brian O'Mally's apartment, so I headed up to his apartment. I knocked and announced myself then entered as was policy. I had been trained in fire protection and there was thick smoke coming.