"Really?" Yeah. Like it's that hard. We sent your keys up the dumbwaiter, remember? So, what else?" I..." I sputtered. "My thesis. I need to be in the...library and on the internet to finish it." No you don't," said Heather, definitively."Yes I do!" No -- you -- don't!" she stamped her foot. "We talked about your thesis all day yesterday, remember? All you need to do is to sit your butt into a chair and write the damn thing. All your research, bibliography, notes, everything is complete and on. Dosto ye incident hue 1 mahine ho chuke the and meri mummy ne uncle se koi contact nahi kiya tha us samay garmi ki chutti suru ho chuki thi aroon toh as usual apne mummy ke sath hydrabad chala gaya tha mai mummy yahi the sham ka samay tha usi samay uncle aaye ghar pe gate maine hi khola tha jab maine uncle ko dekha toh mai socked ho gaya kyuki uncle kabhi mere samne mere ghar me akele nahi aaye the aate the toh jab khane pe aunty ke sath lekin aise nahi mujhe dekhte uncle ne kaha hello vicky. Mom had long since left for parts unknown and I really never knew why she left but she did.Dad and I had a really close relationship and he did a great job of raising me and taking care of things.One afternoon, dad was at work and I was snooping around his bedroom and I found an old show box in the very back of his bedroom closet. I took it out and opened the top and inside was a stack of old pictures, polaroids mostly and and a couple of VHS tapes with no labels. When I looked at the first. I looked down at his crotch and his cock outline was so big. After 15 minutes of walking we found a nice spot to sit down. There was an old tree that had fallen and we laid up against it. I got up in front of him and asked if i could see my gift. He was so red but said yes. I undid his belt buckle and undid his pants. I then pulled down his zipper. I could see that he did wear them and his cock was so hard and big. I Lower his pants and let them fall as i raised his shirt.There he was standing.