“Huh? Bear?” she had an angry look on her face until she figured out my joke. “Oh. Yogi Bear. Cute. He’s a yoga master, so he is known as a Yo...i. It’s a title, you know, a sign of respect.”“Yes, I know what a title is,” I replied, then went on, giving her my very best attempt at a Yogi Bear accent, “Whatever you say Boo-Boo.”She rolled her eyes and shook her head. I couldn’t help myself. I figured I’d worn out the Yogi Bear jokes, so I shifted my humor to the only other Yogi I knew.“You know,”. Uuui ma mar gayi, aur jor se chooso, bhuja do meri pyass bahut dino se nahi chudi bol rahi thi. mei aur bi pagal ho gaya,Karib 15 – 20 min take uski chut chatne ke baad meine usko kaha mera lund choosne ko pehle toh vo mana karne lagi phir mere jor dene par le liya. Kya lund choose rahi thi vo, lagta hai porn dekh dekh kar siki hai ek dum porn star ki tarah chus rahi thi. 15 min lund choosene ke baad hume pose change kiya 69 pose mei aag gayi, mei niche tha aur vow mere upar thi meine ache se. It was time to confront mom. Since dad's death she had been coming into my bedroom with a nightgown of some kind and holding me and sleeping. The night gown and the sleeping were going to stop, one way or the other. In the last three weeks I had squeezed in two afternoon visits to the girls and that was it. It was time to make some changes in my life. I told everyone that this weekend was just for my mother and I, no calls, faxes, texts, or e-mails unless the dam is going to burst. Friday. ” “You don’t have basketball today do you?”“No..”“What about tomorrow?” “Nope..”“Then let’s smoke a little weed.”“Huh, I suppose, but let’s go somewhere else. I don’t want to get caught.” “Well obviously! Where to?”She whips out her phone and starts texting. After a few seconds, she gets a response. “Cool, I know a few friends who are down to smoke.” “Awesome! You lead the way.” Chapter 4We hit the pavement with our boards, going down a few hills, around a few curves and we finally arrive at.