“Welcome home, Mister Varrel!” said Anna, curtseying.I parroted her and threw in a curtsey of my own. “Welcome home, Mister Varrel!”Jerry look...d us over and a big grin came to his face. “Good evening, girls.”Anna and I flanked him and each of us took an arm; we led Jerry into the living room and sat him down in a comfortable armchair. “Welcome home, Mister Varrel,” repeated Anna. “Can we make you more comfortable?”“Can we get you a drink, Mister Varrel?” I asked.“Anything at all, Mister Varrel,. . I prefer to believe that it has something to do with his getting hit by lightning twice when he was still in school. I had met him back when he was the boyfriend of a former roommate. (Who he is now married to.)We've done quite a few things together (camping, paintball, card games, and so on) and became very good friends. Of course, the fact that I hadn't had that many friends to begin with made his friendship that much closer. He had mentioned something one time about there being two. I opened my mouth and took in a mountain of her soft flesh, feeling a large mound of her titty-flesh inside my mouth as my tongue sort out her small nipple. I sucked gently on her nipple as I felt it inside my mouth, gently nibbling on the small point on the end of her boob. Her nipple grew as I sucked on it, but never to the same extent as Joanne’s nipples. I pulled my mouth from her tit and turned my head, to find Belinda pressing her other tit against my face, and I opened my mouth and. Raising his head upwards and closing his eyes, a trickling feeling oozes out of his cock head. Shireen very loudly slurps away, which causes John to discharge in every increasing amounts. Finally, it all comes out and covers Shireen’s face and mouth and she takes the large loads down in huge gulps. End of Flashback Steve places the drink in-front of John and sits down behind his desk, he pulls up a book and begins flicking through it. He stops at a page and then hands the book to John. Steve:.