We went into the living room and she asked me to sit and if I wanted a drink. She had some water waiting for me on the coffee table."Is that Jack?!" I...knew that voice. It couldn't be. Was it really....?"Mom, is that who I think it is?" Mom smiled and said to find out for myself. I stood and looked into the kitchen, hopeful. My jaw fell open as I confirmed the owner of the voice. Stacy, my best friend since jr. high. I hadn't seen her since she said good-bye to me the day I left for war, but she. But my dick did not complain, that's for sure. I started touching Sam's breasts and they were a nice handful each, supple and firm with the biggest, hardest nipples you could imagine. The girls leaned towards each other and started to kiss while Beebee and I were fondling their breasts and fucking them well. But the surprises were not over yet, Beebee leaned towards me and kissed me firmly on the mouth. I could feel his tongue playing along my lips and opened my mouth slightly, so suddenly I. But he didn't seem to be in a big hurry, and so we sat and chatted for a bout half an hour before he stood up and said: "I think it's time you did what you came all the way here to do." I agreed.As he said that, he began unzipping his jeans, and then he tugged them down part way over his thighs, and followed suit by tugging down his undershorts, and revealing, as he did, that nice big cock I'd seen a photograph of several months earlier. Seeing it was exciting enough, but what added to the. I wonder where elsethis message sits that I can't get to? He waited for the sheet of paper toemerge from the printer next to his keyboard, then with several clicks of themouse he deleted the message from his inbox and also from the building department'smain server. Swiveling around in his chair, he placed the printout on his desk and slowlyread it again: From: Jennifer Patrick [[email protected]] Sent: Monday, August 2, 200411:56 p.m. To: [email protected] Subject: Hi! Dad,.