Their huge boobs were flopping and rubbing all over the other one’s boobs; slipping in kisses every now and then between moans of pleasure as their ...wet little clits throbbed with lust. Grant’s head was spinning. He was having trouble focusing on the tanned, naked, oiled beauties in front of him as they bumped and grinded onto each other. Every aspect was working against his goal of not touching himself while sitting next to his best friend: their perfect bodies, the oil causing their huge tits. “Truth?” he asked.I nodded.“I believe that we have lots of chances at love, but, if we’re lucky, we find someone to make us whole.”“Completion,” I said.“Yes, completion. The first time I saw you,” he said, looking at his hands, “I felt it—a need, a longing, a—”I couldn’t resist. I covered his mouth in a breathless kiss. The softness of his lips welcomed me and we fell back into heady desire. I saw in my mind magnets pull apart only to slam back together. I saw moths flutter into fire, but this. Its yours to do with as you please whenever you want it. Come take your son, mom. Come to you own flesh and blood and do whatever you want."Like a prowling leopard, Jennifer bent over and crawled onto the bed, crawling over her son's legs until her face was close enough to his cock to smell his musk. She momentarily looked up, looking over the rim of her glasses into her son's eyes. The look she exchanged with Mark was a mixed one. A look that betrayed not only the lust they were feeling for. His spirit will live on and will never die. He will never be forgotten. With regards, Brian Ainsley CPT, US Army’ Closing the letter up, Sarah wiped the tears from her cheek and took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe that he was gone. Part of him would never be gone. Jeff would always be there. In his favorite chair. In the bed frame that she slept in that he had made by hand. In the roof and the porch that he had repaired. In the car that he had picked out. He was there. Jeff would always be.