Then I went to get dressed.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, one leg in a pair of boxer briefs when, Tasha called up saying breakfast was ready. Th...e image of her down there naked caused me to join her the same way. I removed my leg from the underwear and tossed them next to the rest of my clothes. I marched confidently down to the kitchen in the buff.The table waste with only one set of silverware and one very large glass of orange juice. I took the towel I had grabbed on the way down and. No, I’m not advocating the return of the draft, but it wasn’t all bad, either.I hadn’t really thought much about the dumb bastard since I got out of the service. My knee was fucked up, but that could have happened another time or place, a different jump, or even just falling down the stairs. I had left the Army almost eleven years ago, and it wasn’t a part of my life anymore. I never regretted my service, and would have loved to have stayed in, but it just didn’t work out that way. I certainly. "Jeff stared at his naked stepsister standing next to him, her body wet from the water running over her body, the spray hitting her on the back of her neck and running down the front of her body, over her big breasts and down her flat stomach to her mound where it ran from her body down the drain. Jeff could feel his cock growing and cupped his hands over it, but as she pressed herself against him he felt his fingers brush over her trimmed pubic hair and stomach. Amy pressed herself harder. It was a small bathroom with a tiny shower, a sink, and a toilet all jammed into about five square feet. The door locked, but it could easily be popped open if someone jiggled the handle. Jon stripped down and stepped into the shower, closed the thin shower curtain around him and zoned out. His thoughts traveled to his mother and some of the dirtiest thoughts he had about her. About watching her getting fucked in the ass on the living room couch, and then from his perch atop the stairs,.