He hated seeing his mother so unhappy.He made dinner and bought fresh flowers for her. She’d probably be tipsy or even high. His mother liked to hav... a good time. Peter wanted to show his mother how much he appreciated her. He cleaned the house and made a nice dinner. He knew his mother would appreciate it.He planned on giving his mother a nice massage. She might or might not make a play for him. He was hoping she would. Lately, she was showing a lot of her body off. Peter was always aroused. Everything seemed normal considering what he had just been through. He got up on weak legs and went to the tiny bathroom that held a toilet and a shower stall. After taking a hot shower he dried himself and looked at himself in the mirror. There were marks on his cheeks where the tentacles had tightened their grip, little oval circles with red edges. He tried to wipe them off but couldn’t.For the first time after the kiss, Pete became really frightened. Who was Brandy and where had she come. . are you ... doing!" Now I'm playing with your pussy, just like you were doing when I first saw you. Does it feel good?"Debbi was squirming hard now, panting in her passion. I put my hands on her hips and began moving in and out of her ass again. It was too much for Debbi."Oh, yessss!" she cried out in complete capitulation. "Do me ... do me, honey ... do your mommy!"I could feel Allison's cool arm against my balls as she reached beneath me to finger her mother's pussy. And then she leaned. As you can see this letter is not in my handwriting. One of my nurses has been kind enough to write it for me as right now I cannot. As far as a wedding gift goes I can only wish you the best. Scott P.S. My name is Katelin O’Hara. I am Lieutenant Anderson’s nurse. He does not know I am adding this post script. You will never begin to fathom how much this man has sacrificed. I have sat with him many, many nights and listened to his tortured speech as he suffered through nightmare after nightmare.