Home for the Holidays ...Big bro's back from college or Iraq or from taking that year off just to drift his way across country screwing mouths.
Back in the old room.
Back in the lower bunk.
Back in that hot mouth - which seems to have learned (or it is done?) a few tricks since he's been gone.
And all with the aroma of mom's fresh baked cookies wafting in the air and the scent of dad's pipe just outside the door where he's peeking in as usual. Ah, its good to be home again for a while.
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