"All right Sammy. Let me call over there and make sure he's okay, and I'll call you back." Okay Barb. Sorry about this."They finished dressing and wen... downstairs to the kitchen to make the call to Patty's house. After a couple rings, a voice she didn't recognize as Patty's answered."Hello?" said Collette."Hi, this is Barbara Taylor. I was looking from my son Bobby — is he there?" Hi, Mrs. Taylor, it's Collette Simpson. Uh no, Bobby left here a couple hours ago at least." Did he say if he was. His parents used to go out drinking several times a week.They usually got home well after midnight. It seemed they were onlyreally happy when they were drunk. The only healthy part of the marriagewas their sex life.At sixteen years old he was playing with himself on his parent's bed,dressed in his mother black basque, lace top stockings, black thong andhigh heeled boots. His parents walked in and all hell broke loose.His mother slapped him, his father was screaming, calling him a "dirtylittle. He continued working his way down my back giving me little soft kisses as he went. He reached my lower back and stopped for a second, I turned my head over my shoulder to see him staring at my firm ass. “Well aren't you going to wash it for me?” I asked smiling back at him.“Of course I am Mom, but you don't rush someone who is looking a piece of art.” I must admit that this made me blush; the complement was probably on of the best my ass had ever gotten. He then got back to work washing my. She’s not my twin so I can be in love with her. But whatever it takes for me to support her I’m gonna be there for her.”I felt that I needed to challenge what he was saying. “But... ?”He cut me off. “Hold on Toby,” His eyes stabbed me like daggers. “I know what you’re going to say. I’m not the only guy who fought in Korea that made my life one hell of a lot more serious for me. I’m not complaining. But like so many of the guys that came back from there and came home from World War II the same.