He was flying home to his lovers after being away for 5 months. He should have been fantasizing about all the fucking they were going to do when he go...t home. But, of course, he was not. That was no longer home and they were no longer his lovers. He did not know how to handle seeing them again. He was certain they would be expecting a sexual reunion that might go on for days. He knew they would not excite him and they would know something was wrong. Carlie suggested, ‘Maybe you could think of. ” Max would look at him and not really speak, just nod in agreement. Tyler would reach over and mess up his hair “besides if I were your brother I would’ve killed you by now. Your birthday is coming up right? 14?” Max would nod and smile ”yeah the big 1-4…but I guess it could be worst I could be old like you...what are ya now turning twenty?” Tyler would turn “nineteen funny guy. I’m still your captain don’t forget it”. Max patted his leg “oh yeah forgot about the new rank, congrats.” Tyler. The only lover that could satisfy her right now so she moved it down between her thighs and pushed it inside.She couldn't remember ever being so wet ever before. She was dripping, soaking the sheets between her legs, and the handle slipped easily inside. Wriggling her legs, she pushed her panties further down her thighs, across her knees and to her ankles, and finally being able to spread her legs, she started fucking herself with the hairbrush, making splashing sounds as it was driven in and. Her mind was full of anticipation, and she knew she had to write it the thoughts down; after all, they could make for some interesting poetry at a later date.As she removed the cap from her black felt pen, Laylah opened her journal and smoothed out the next available page. "I sit here alone..." She started, "I really do not know what to expect from this trip other than the fact that I should not really expect anything. David has always said expectations are often let down, that you should make.