”The whirlwind coasted to a stop, handed me an envelope and wound up again ... kitchen ... refrigerator door opened and shut and mayhem in the kitch...n commenced. She came out with a bologna ‘sammich’ with every bit of trimmings she could find and a glass of milk. I was just opening the envelope.The letter read, ‘Your turn. She told me about New Zealand ... Nine years old? ... Mom? If you run out of money Tyche will give you more. If you run out of patience ... tough. Zoe.’The rest of the. She was like a drug that kept pulling me back for more and I’d be damned if I didn’t have all of her. I moved my fingers in and out of her curling my fingers up towards her g-spot I stroked over it gently. She moaned and brought her head forward. I grabbed her hair and pulled it raising her face up towards mine before kissing her. I started to move my fingers a little faster and harder and as she moaned I drove my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine as he body ground down on my. I thrusted forward and she tucked my cock between her chin and neck and I pumped her throat for my last few dribbles which clung to her neck and started slowly sliding down in little globs. Now my darling little Jackie looked up at me with some desperate confusion in her eyes, she obviously still had my load in her mouth. I told her hands up, which she did, I pulled up and off her sperm soaked t shirt and told her that she would either have to swallow it or spit it into her shirt which was. He was already sounding more grown up than when I left him.“When you coming home, Tony?” Damon asked. “We miss you.” I almost broke down crying.“Soon, buddy. Soon.”I’d been home for almost two weeks and the dark clouds of depression were weighing on me. Everything in my room seemed slightly foreign and juvenile to me, from the little twin bed to the art posters, to my desk and model airplanes I’d made as a child. The only thing that seemed right was my easel on which stood my latest.