Par ab hum bar bar lift me aate jate milne lage muje abhi tak uska nam nahi pata tha ekdin wo apne bete ko school chhodne jar ahi thi me bhi tabhi apn... office k liye nikla tab lift me uske bete se masti kar rane k bahane use paheli baar chhua aur usko chhu k man me aisi aag lagi k ise lekar bed par litakar daboch du mere niche fir uske bete ne meri bike pe baithne ki jid ki. Fir mene use chhotasa chakkar lagva kar vapis uski mumy aur meri yummy k paas chhoda tab mene uska nam puchha usne kaha. Biting my lip, I walk toward Damien and slightly move to left to open my door. There’s no doubt that he’ll follow behind me but I'd rather him fuck my brains out on my bed then in the hallway; at least for now.“I can wear whatever I want, Damien. You’re just my stepfather so please don’t think that you have any say in what a nineteen-year-old female can wear.”I admit despite the lustful tension in the air, I wanted to push Damien’s buttons. Slowly, I undressed out of my low-cut top and. He heard the fondness in Sam's voice, and now he heard the same thing in Lynn's.Before Jackson could say another word Lynn gaily replied, "But my dear Mr. Brantley, Sam is a 'she', and I like only 'he's.'"Jackson snickered at the gay man's soprano voice, "I understand completely; I am sure Sam feels the same way, except in reverse, and I told you to call me Jackson." Sorry Jackson, just trying to brighten up the dark mood. Thanks again; let me know when you hear something." Will do, goodbye. I was told that the service had been short, and burial was already in progress. I drove to the cemetery as quickly as possible, and saw people getting into their cars. On the hillside, there was a bright green canopy, with a few mourners sitting on folding chairs. That’s when I realized that I was not dressed properly. It had been my intention to change into my suit before entering the service, but circumstances being what they were, I was still wearing the short pants, a short-sleeved shirt.