The simplicity and avoidance of ripe sentimentality along with its surprising and even amusing rhymes in the classic sonnet structure impressed us all... Unaware of my son's talent made me feel even more inadequate as a father.Greeting my son as he emerged from the gate at JFK, though pleased to see me, I realized my hug delayed his hugging Bess and especially Devi and he made quick work of it. Bess he hugged longer and Devi's hug lasted long enough for whispers to be exchanged. I couldn't help. She wasn’t sure how they’d gotten there, exactly, but that was okay too. Now his fingers were brushing the sides of her breasts. It was fun to let that happen too, and not worry about it. What was the most fun, though, was being turned on, and not being so scared by it. She sucked at the tip of his tongue, as he pulled back from her face.“I like kissing you,” he said.“You’re good at this,” she panted.For answer, he started kissing her neck. He got up on his hands and knees, which startled her,. His reply came as my uber was pulling up, “yes.” I got there and practically ran to the front of his apartment complex. I walked up the steps to see him sitting up there smoking. He raised an eyebrow, smirking, apparently having seen my tipsy jog. I ignored it - I was here for one thing. I sat across from him while he smoked, like we had done so many times before. We made small talk, Game of Thrones, television, action movies, drugs, alcohol, the meaning of life. That one stuck. Unfortunately,. "Oh my God!" I beamed, giving Kim a tight hug. "What are you doing here?" Going out tonight," Kim said, smiling."Going out? In a corset??" I asked, laughing."I go to a little different club than you'd probably find yourself in, Dear." Oh! Well, you never know," I said, giggling. If she only knew what KT and I had done, I thought. I held the corset up to my body, checking the size. "Is it safe to wear something tight like this when I have a little bun in the oven?" It's fine, Honey," Kim.