"Matti, some mail arrived. You have something to read."My sister ran up to me and looked at the piece of paper. "That's only a part of a sheet," she p...inted out."The letter had sections for different people," I said. "This section is for your eyes only."Matilda took the piece of paper, but folded it and started to slip it into a pocket of the shorts she was wearing. "Who is it from? Daddy?" she snarled."Dear Daddy is stuck in the Ukraine," I informed my sister. "The people he was with ran into. Marty stopped at the Peterson’s small place on his way home. When he rode into their yard Harold was on the roof of the barn patching holes. He almost fell twice trying to get off the roof. When he finally made it to the ground safely and walked up to shake Marty’s hand, Marty could smell alcohol on his breath. After he told them about Callie, he asked if they would keep an eye on the Carter place while they were in town taking care of her belongings and closing up the house she lived in.Harold. He slept restlessly all night, his brain working overtime with illicit thoughts of his mother, what the bullies had done to her-and more than that-what they might do to her next. He woke out of his fitful sleep twice during the night with a hard-on, his teenage cock in need of relief. He jerked off each time, and then again with his usual morning boner, the soft morning light filtering in dreamily around his curtains as he pumped a load high into the air, thinking about shooting HIS load onto. The warmth of her lover's sex lips surrounded her face and she was transported into her own sea of delight. The tight seam of her shorts rubbed on her clit, bringing on little climaxes of her own.Finally, Sam had to push Sally's head from her crotch. She saw the young girl smiling at her, her face covered in her juice. Sam pulled her up and brought their lips together. She moaned, as she tasted her own juice on Sally's tongue.When the two women parted, Sally stood up and looked down at Sam..