“You know Maggie Forbes?” I asked, wondering if I was just approaching the same roadblock from a different direction.“Know of,” he said with a...gruff chuckle, “more than ‘know.’ Our world is a small one, Caleb, but probably bigger than you have been told. I’ll bet you were told that there were two major bloodlines: yours and the Eversons.”I nodded.“In actual fact, there are more,” he said. “Six that I know of in the US, obviously more throughout the world, and we suspect there are at least a. You see, I didn’t move to Canada happily. I had lived in America for fifteen years. And I wasn’t a citizen of the U.S. or even a permanent resident. Why? Long story. It involved my parents fleeing from political persecution from our native land, the Republic of Haiti. They left me at my uncle Louis Bernard’s house in Boston. I was real young in those days. I didn’t understand what was going on. My uncle took me in, and although I led a relatively normal life ( I went to school and church),. I was able to take her panties off and get decent pube and pussy shots. I even managed to get a shot with me with the top of my finger in her. That in itself nearly made me cum at the time.I got better picures of her boobs and even one of my cock right next to her mouth. The sleeping pills however wore off quickly so i didn't have much time and had to remember to leave he exactly aas i had found her. That was a year ago, ever since then I had been masturbating to my pictures of my mother. Twice. My stomach was full of butterflies and it felt like my heart was beating in my ears. I didn’t even notice that Mr. Briggs had turned the sound system on and a symphony of sensual music softly played in the background. The tall handsome stranger came into my arms and held my face, staring deep into my eyes his lips melted into mine. My knees almost buckled. My own common sense had abandoned me. I no longer thought of the, “Back out at any time.” I was hopelessly lost in the bizarre event.His.