YOU are my son and I love you.” Nothing else is said as I feel warmth that I have only felt from Eve. And that is LOVE.We get upstairs and mom calls...dad and I to her home office. I walk in and realize that I have never been in her home office. There is a large desk with a couch and lounge chair on the other end of the room, with a coffee table. The whole side of one wall has a large floor-to-ceiling bookshelf filled with books. Mom closes the door and sits in the lounge chair as dad and I sit. Ye baat hai abb se ek mhina pehle ki mai train main apne friends ke saath ek long tour pr jaa rha tha or kuch 2-3 station ke baad ek ladki chadi or mere pass aa kr khadi ho gyi kyo ke vhan pr baithne ke liye seat nhi thi lekin fir agle hi station pr mere saamne wali seat khali khali ho gyi or vo us pr baith gyi uske saath uski ek choti beti bhi thi jo kreeb 3-4 saal ki hogi,Thodi der baad uski beti mere saath khelne lgi or mai bhi uske saath khelne lga or isi doraan meri us se baat-cheet shuru. Any relief from the burning heat. More miles of desert to cross.In his Greenwich home, Doc snapped back to reality, staring at a carved wood panel in his library that replayed the event. Each of the eleven panels in the room showed a different expedition. His eye wandered back to the massive blank panel above the fireplace. This year, his visit to the City of the Gods, his crowning achievement, would be carved on that panel.“Or,” he mused, “like Wilton, I will lose my credibility and be accused. We continued making out, but this time she started to rub my cock over my pants (much like I did with her and still do when we play with each other). I had sent her a pic or two of my member and she commented on how big she thought it was, but she still had yet to actually see it. While she played with me, I also rubbed her tits at the same time over her shirt. Sometimes I like doing that even more than fingering her (without a shirt of course). When I couldn't take it anymore, I unzipped my.