"So how do you do that?" I asked with a laugh. "Smoke all their weedbefore they can?" No way," Bro protested with a look of mock hurt. "I'd never do... that... I mean, I wouldn't steal another guy's stash. Besides, weed is good forthe soul." Really?" I asked skeptically."Sure," Bro responded with a broad grin. "It helps you mellow out andbeing mellow keeps you out of trouble."I stared at Bro for a moment, seeing how being stoned might reduce howoften someone got angry but I figured the. He asked me to pause it so he could go to the bathroom. I heard the door close and reopen a few minutes later. Al came strolling back out wearing nothing but what he came in to the world with. Well, except for the bear coat he had grown since then. Al looks like a walking bear rug. Oh, and a raging hard on. I was wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear. Just letting everything hang loose. I restarted the movie. And as the heavy breathing and moaning. Nancy and I were horny all day thinking of my brother (Walt) jacking his cock and smelling her nylon panties from the hamper ,I had walked in on her earlier that day she was on the bed all she had on was her light blue Vanity Fair Nylon full cut panties she had one finger shoving them up her ass and another shoving them in her wet pussy , I just smiled and said are they for Walt , she said oh yes they are going to smell real nasty this time . Well she came three times while I watched her. Hours passed by and before we knew it, it was time for bed.That night I had my recurring dream again. Only something was different about it. I still could not see her face but I could smell something. It was very distinct and smelled great. I woke up in the morning with the smell stuck in my head. It was familiar to me but I could not pin it. It did stir up images of my past. It was right on the rim of my recollection of memory but still just out of site.I woke up at the same time as.