“My name is Marty, by the way,” the man said.“Pleasure to meet you, Marty.” I told him.He seemed to know his way around the kitchen, which loo...ed like it was as old as the building. He had a cast iron stove and a nice looking Hoosier-style cabinet rather than the built-ins more commonly found. Soon he had some eggs and bacon and toast cooking. It made me hungrier. It was the first time I’d had anything resembling a home cooked meal in some time. I was planning on enjoying this one.“You haven’t. I moaned and gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head.I stared into the teddy bear’s black, button eyes. “Yes, yes, Clint, you know what I need. Oh, you’re the best big brother.”My pussy clenched. My clit tingled. The little bud ached as I humped against him, the furs tickling me. My bed creaked. Outside, a car started. I didn’t care. I just wanted to explode on my teddy bear, to satiate the horny ache inside me so I could get back to reading.I was so close. I trembled. My toes curled. I was. She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.Jason moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Shorty pushed up between her. My commitment was up a few weeks ago. I can’t go back to my unit!”“Grim...”“Please!”He sighed and nodded. “I’m going to mark that you need to see somebody there for your PTSD. Grim, this is something we can help with. Family is important for that.”I didn’t budge, and he simply agreed to send me to Walter Reed. I didn’t know much about it, but I knew it was in Washington, D.C. and that was too far away from Matucket for my family to come looking for me. I just needed to be alone.A day later I.