There is a letter for you."She passed over the letter not commenting in anyway about it; her husband has numerous friends scattered over the galaxy, b...ut like her husband they were not writers; their wives on the other hand... !The major picked up the missive, saw the Gregor mark of origin with a slight increase of interest which was raised by the FPO address. The name however did ring a bell and that did heighten his interest tinged with an apprehension. He opened it and found himself looking. Oh, my son, fuck me fuck your mother, fuck me, my son, she was repeating the same words again and again, while moving her self up to meet each of my stroke. She came, finally, as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred, her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into my back scratching, drawing blood. I said “amma, amma, ammaaaaaaaa, as I ejaculated my hot loads of sperm into her cunt. We lay still, till our bodies returned to normality, kissed me all. He struck out everywhere he asked. He tried the school, but the entire staff was new since Flo had been there and no one had ever heard of her. Flo's parents were long dead and Arvid couldn't find a lead to her anywhere. He concluded that she'd left the area soon after he had.Stymied, Arvid returned to California and his apartment and job.He couldn't just let it drop. A couple of weeks later, he talked with a supervisor in the local office of Pinkerton's detective agency. He wasn't given much. He pressed in hard and deep and for several strokes he was fucking me hard. I was groaning. Then, it was gone and I felt it at my asshole. I tensed, then remembered and breathed, relaxed. He pressed his cock at my asshole and told me to push out like I did with the butt-plugs … remember the butt-plugs.“OH … FUCK!” He was pressing hard at my asshole, stretching it, forcing it to expand. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled and, as I did, I pressed my body back at him. “Yes … yes … yes ….