What was in my admittedly highly biased opinion mom’s and to a degree dad’s fault was something they should truly be proud of. She had raised a bo... to be as close to perfect a man as anyone human might hope to. Harry. Harry was sweet and thoughtful, kind and considerate. He put my needs first, he took care of me. He was strong and reliable, driven and buff. He wasn’t unaware, a fool or a patsy. Nor was he arrogant or snooty, a jerk or an ass. He was ... Harry.I loved Harry and mom raised him.. ”He walked onto the stage of the 1,232 seat capacity filled John Bassett Theatre as stage lights flashed and the intro theme song played. Amongst the spectators were all of Brad and Abby’s families. It was difficult for everyone to be in Toronto for the two days of singing plus the results show. As long as Abby or Brad remained in the competition, they’d attend the live results show.He gave the audience and TV viewers a brief synopsis of what would happen, introduced the live band, and then. ”“Oh, dad, thanks a ton, tell me.”“You can fuck your mother anytime, but fuck her once, at least, in front of me.”“Dad, I promise that we will fuck her together, at least once every day. What do you say, mom?”I could not feel happier. The thought of two cocks pounding me every day sent tremors in my rectal and vaginal canals. I literally yelled out, “You fuckers, you can have me together whenever you want. Suvendu, you really like fucking me with another cock pounding my ass?”“No doubts, Soni.. I'm certain that if you do that, our 'benefactors' will send those compactors back for you to use." Do you really think we need to do that?" Linda asked excitedly, directing her question more at Emma than me."Maybe," Emma replied thoughtfully, glancing out the back windows of the dining hall towards where they wanted to put the mobile homes, "we should go and talk about it."I finished my breakfast as they packed up and left, silently grateful for their departure. I don't know if I was just.