Brandi decided to bring Travis with us to the funeral. I had been so busy with my job, I had not seen Travis for five months.What a shock when I laid ...my eyes on him, he was seventeen, but looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five. The best way I can describe him, he had a full beard and was the spitting image of Brad Pitts in the movie, Legend of the Fall, it was really scary. Brandi was spending a lot of time being a mother to him. When I was out of town(which was three weeks out of the month). She wanted to be a slut for a weekend. More importantly, the more she got to know me and my interests, the more she wanted to be my slut. Now we were in a hotel room in Baltimore, about to pleasure each other. It was 8:00 p.m. Gail wore a white, short sleeved blouse, tight jeans and sandals. Her short blonde hair was now longer, very blonde and tied back in a little pony tail. She wore no make-up and, to me, had curves in all the right places. She was on the thin side and tall, taller than me.. Steve’s eyes were closed and his face was flushed as pleasure washed over him, Seeing her husband this way was so incredibly hot and now she wished that she too had a cock to give to him. She watched Steve lick his lips and she went and whispered in his ear. ‘Are you ready for Dave?’ she asked. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Steve gasped. Maria went and straddled Dave and reached under his body for his fly button. She soon had his fly button and zipper undone and started to lower his jeans. She was surprised to. That is, until that summer she spent at my house when she brought that world crashing down around me.I was twelve, and my sister, Carol, was eight at the time. Aunt Karen was taking some summer courses at the college in town, so it was agreed (by my mom) that she live in with us for the summer before moving back into the dorm in the fall.Translated into plain and simple English, I lost my room. My aunt took possession of my bedroom and I was relegated to a day-bed on the enclosed porch. Not.