Arm in arm and holding hands we collected my baggage and drove to his studio apartment.It was a comfortable tiny place with a small kitchen, a bathroo..., a large walk-in closet. The main room was large enough for him to divide into a living room work space and a sleeping area. Since it was on the top floor of the building, it had a small private rooftop patio. He had decorated the apartment in a very modern style. I felt very proud of my son and was looking forward to our visit.We spent the rest. He licked all around the pubic hair patch and continued up his body, relishing the salty taste of the day’s dried sweat.The private squirmed, not from being ticklish, but from the passion coursing through his body, inflaming his already engorged cock. His sergeant licked and gently bit one of his nipples and then moved over to the other. The private forgot all protocol and grabbed his sergeant’s head, holding him over his nipple and then pushing him back down toward his throbbing cock.When the. There are no guarantees. Just know that no one, and I mean absolutely no one, matters more to me than you, bro. I’d do anything for you. Anything. I’m all yours. You know that. I’ve always been yours. You’re mine, too. You’ve always been mine. I will always be yours. First and foremost. You will always be the same for me, I know that now. Knowing that ... it really does help me with the jealousy, to remind myself of that part,” Cassie promised her brother, already having images of what he might. Havers nodded again. And again that fatuous grin appeared.“Yeah . . . reckon I do . . .” Melissa’s lips and probing tongue were sending strange shivers up and down his spine. And, by God, there was plenty more the girl was going to do to him yet! Quentin had made that clear. This was the life! Yet how unbelievable - still - it all was!“How about you, Melissa . . . you liking it?” asked Quentin.Glenda laughed. What a card Quentin was! She zoomed in on Havers’ fleshy white carcass and watched as.