" What's wrong?" Bryan asked. "Oh and this is Rob," he pointed over his shoulder."Nice to meet you," Sean said dismissively. "My mom is missing. There...s no one there and the house has been trashed."Both Bryan and Rob started at this news. No mentions had been made that insinuated that there was any local violence going on. They looked at each other, wondering just what had been going on in the area since their self-imposed solitude had begun.Bryan pulled his mind back to Sean, and his worry. Although his balls felt good in my hand, they really weren’t looking appealing to keep licking that far. There was a nest of pubic hair there and you could smell his manliness in his pubic hair. It wasn’t off putting but it wasn’t inviting either. I gave his cock a kiss and kept my lips in a kissing position and moved my head back to the top, right to the tip and kissed him right on the pee hole. I looked up to his eyes and saw the most incredible look of happiness I had ever seen. His eyes. “You are such a faggot,” he muttered.He crossed the condo to Mom’s bedroom, cautiously entered and approached her closet door. The top right shelf halfway down the walk-in held her no-longer secret stash. It contained her playthings, whatever marijuana and powdered cocaine she and Dad had on hand, issuing an irresistible siren song. Standing on tiptoe, Michael lifted the box and brought it down to his waist. Inside were plastic bags containing her stash and Mom’s various playthings. Startled,. "God, listen to that wind. It's gonna be freezing out there." As I was talking and looking for what looked to be the warmest blankets, Samantha grabbed a handy step ladder, went to the garage door, set up the step ladder and stepped up on it to look out one of the two small windows."Uh Jack," She said softly. "you aren't going out there." Samantha, it's either that or stay here," I told her without looking back at her."Jack!" She said, this time a little louder. "It's snowing. Hard!"This.