"Thomas, I know you know what I am making, if you didn't smell it you would have stayed in bed," She said with a grin. She was right, on the weekends...I only woke up for her cooking. I got a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some o.j. My mom handed me a plate full of food, bacon, french toast, toast, and a pancake. I smiled, I always ate a lot, and happily grabbed my fork and began devouring this delicious feast. I finish, and I place my dishes in the sink. I give my mom a kiss on the. I was the hunter and they the hunted. I was human in form only. Human affairs did not concern me as long as they did not impinge on my comfort and well-being. Yet, for all my indifference, I still strove to develop a set of ethics and examine my feelings and attitudes towards breathers. Since we fed on them, it wouldn't be illogical to regard them as cattle. The more I thought about it, though, the more I came to understand that that would have been a dangerous miscalculation. Intelligent. . Height 5’5 hai aur gori hai…Ab me story me atha hu ye 1 saal pehle ki story hai…Mere dad 3 saal pehle death hogai accident se sooo tab se mom apna aapko satisfy nai kar pathi thi sex unki life me kum hogaya tha meri mom bht sad rehthi thi….Par wo ek company me job karthi thi aur waha ek hiren naam ka ladka uska age 29 hai…Uski nazar meri mom ke gand pe rehthi thi..But mom uska kbhi jadha important nai dethi thi…Ek din mom ke company se unko tour pe jane ka plan hua toh mom ne bola ki vishal. Well, you know, the others had all gone off to college. I didn't really have a chance to even suggest something like that. And they wouldn't have wanted to anyway. They just wanted a special goodbye." Yeah, right," Becky said. She looked thoughtful, then hopped out of bed. "Come on lazy bones. I want you to fix me waffles." Oh, so now I'm your slave," I said.Becky wiggled her butt. "Yes, you are. Come on, follow the bouncing butt."I made a grab for her, as laughing, she ran from the room. I.