It was funny. As soon as Joanne had decided to build her dream home, we'd had all kinds of planning discussions so it wouldn't look so big as to be ou... of place in the village. Her place was big enough that the entire Garcia family lived in one wing as caretakers and there were still more rooms than the big house. Lamar and Donna had built a house that could absorb Lionel and his family as guests without strain. But Nicki had chosen an actual cottage on a huge piece of wild property.I knocked. I wanted to apologise for whatever had happened but I lost my tongue. Stacey had worn back her Jeans and Tee and sat with a sullen face. I cleared my throat to acknowledge her of my presence. Stacey looked up at me and immediately hugged me. She was still in tears. I held her and consoled her. She looked at me and in a jiffy her lips were on mine! Holy Fuck! My eyes popped outta my skull! My mouth went dry only to be wettened by Stacey’s saliva. My dick sprang up and poked Stacey above her. Make your son feel so fucking good!"Jack stopped sucking his cock, and unzipped his pants. "Now, son, show daddy how much you liked it..." and pulled out his naked cock then dropped his pants. He wore no underwear, but his cock and balls were framed by a garterbelt and stockings! Jack guided Dale's head down to his cock throbbing out in front of him. "Go ahead, boy... suck my big fucking cock. Make your daddy feel good. Go ahead!" and rubbed his leaking cockhead on his 'son's' clenched. "They got you your own private room tonight, 'mano." He shook his head. "Dios!" He rubbed his eyes. "At least I will be able to sleep well. You kept me up sick with worry. I hope it will do good for you, too."Good thing I was mostly living out of my suitcases - in 4 weeks we were going to the north of Italy, so I figured why bother unpacking just to pack again in a month? And I had a mostly-packed bag from the Africa trip, so re-assembling my brief Italian life was a cinch. I checked the tag.