The FBI would not let us go home, it was a crime scene.As we were leaving I called Hilda to make sure she was OK."Hilda, the house was attacked this a...fternoon. Is everything OK?" We are just fine Dave."We had worked out a authentication exchange before hand, if I was worried about something I would ask, "how is you daughter Amanda?" If everything was OK Dave she is OK, if there was a problem she would respond "Dave Amanda is fine." If there was a problem she would respond "Amanda is doing good. " Before I could do anything he had unzipped my pants and he was holding my still slightly erect cock in his hands. "hang on" he said "i've gotta get out of you what the road put in". Before I could protest he put his other hand over my mouth and told me to relax as he proceeded to jerk me off. As he did a long line of spit came dripping out of his mouth of the head of my cock to lube his hand. He would blow on the cool saliva on my cock and I would become more aroused. Finally I was so horny. His hard little boy-prick fell out and Linus began to suck hard on it. Hislips pulling on the tender skin stimulated CharlieBrown to his toes. Linus put his hand between CharlieBrown’s legs and fingered his little brown ass pucker.Charlie Brown had never thought about his asshole as asexual area, but Linus’s finger there felt great. Suddenly, Linus pushed the finger into Charlie Brown’sasshole and Charlie Brown sucked in his breath at thisnew feeling. Linus worked the finger. Jamee got dressed and went over to get our girls. When she got back I was gone.Over the next few months I would stop over at the house most everyday to see my daughters. It was hard leaving them to go to my temporary home.They were four and five years old. I wanted to be with them as much as possible. Jamee was always there and asked me when I was coming home. She always looked nice and I missed her so much. It was just that I couldn't come to the grips of my own reality. I always pictured her.