However, there was a memory in the back of my mind that niggled at me. Perhaps she had told me before and I had just forgotten about it or just didn�...t want to believe it.But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we were related by blood no longer mattered at this point. Furthermore, perhaps not being related by blood was even better for my conscience, if I still had any by this given point of time, as I stared at my elegant ‘mother’ of twenty-two years getting ravaged by multiple cocks at. I wasn’t used to the stubble around the lips, since none of the girls I had kissed was as hairy as a man but one, maybe; however, Dave’s lips were so soft and tender that my discomfort at the roughness of his skin was soon forgotten. Our lips opened and our tongues started tasting each other, twirling playfully in and out of the mouths. As Dave’s hands dropped to my ass cheeks, further pressing our erections together, mine were roaming his back; we were both moaning and trying not to choke. She let me go, and set off at a quick pace with me following. The room was a decent sized bedroom, with a double bed in the middle and plenty of room around it for a wardrobe, chest of drawers and other furniture, all quite modern looking and a little messy, the bed only half made. Ai Ling was already on it, her jacket discarded, beckoning enticingly to me in her short yellow dress, kicking off her shoes. I obediently came forward, removing my shoes and jumper as I went. Mmm Jack, she said in. Again here she was apologizing for not driving so soon after her assault. And then the words she used to finish the call, “Love you,” what did she mean by that? I asked myself did I really know what that word meant. I mean, I said them with my parents and well once in a long while with Sherri although not too often. I had to love my parents, grounding me or not. But they had to love me right, and I had to love them. Scott and I exchanged those words but did we really mean them? Did Scott.