I can talk to Chewie because Chewie just sits there and listens. Unlike Mom. Mom just pretended to listen most of the time."Mom?" Hmmmm?" she said fro... behind her newspaper."Do you have dreams?" Everyone has dreams, hon."I know that. "No, what I mean is. Do people have dreams that are special?"The paper dropped slightly and she peered at me over the top. "You have a bad one?"I shook my head. "No. I just had one that was a bit weird," I wondered how much I should tell her before she thought I. Prakash stopped his sobs but crying continued with tears making her bosom wet. She could feel it.It was not erotic but she wished Prakash stay like this for whole night. She was sure that this will at least make him cry little less. She new Prakash is crying first time after Prakash came here. She wanted him to cry but not to the magnitude he was crying before sometime. She took a bed sheet and covered both of them.She continued caressing his back and head; some time she caressed his manly. Now Kimberly pushed Christie away and crawled up my body. She, too, tookmy head in her hands and kissed me passionately. I opened my mouth toreceive her talented tongue, but instead, received a steady flow of myown warm thick cream. It was a shocker at first, and I kept it in mymouth so I could spit it out as soon as Kimberly took her lips away. Butas soon as the bizarreness of it wore off, I savored the flavor and foundit just as pleasant tasting as Christie's warm cum. I swallowed everydrop. I told her than how my day will pass tomorrow every day i was for evening to come so i can come her see u. Ayesha told me that i it only for one day we can meet day after tomorrow. I ask for cell number and after thinking for a while she gave me her number and told me to call her at night. I call her at night and we talk for one hour and then went to sleep. after that we meet in the park at the same time in the evening and that day instead of walking we sat down and talk for 2 hours while we.