I love my Brad and I want to have our five babies. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”“What if, Abby, right now ... is the end of the r...st of your life?”“Then I know that, even though I’m only seventeen, I’ve been loved by my Brad, the only man I ever needed.”Brad’s lower lip trembled as he attempted to sing to Abby. His tears continue to flow freely, blurring his vision. “I know you can hear me, Abby,” Brad began to sing.’ Never Gonna Be Alone,’ by Nickelback.You’re never gonna be. .Thodi der chusne k baad wo mere lund k upar aayi and lund ko choot k hole me rkha and baith gyi…Aaahhh hhhh ab to meri aah nikal rhi thi..N dhire dhire uchhalne lagi..Wooo www usske tihgt boibs mere samne uchhal rhe the.. and wo maje se chid rhi thi mjhe..Fir usne lund ko nikala and meri tango ko failayi and jaise ladka ladki ki choot me.Lund dalta hai tange failakr waise hi meri tange failakr mere lund ko choot me daal diya and wo mere upar akar mjhe kiss karne lagi choot me lund dala hua. ”“Oh.”“But that’s not the point, this was a matter of my livelihood, reputation and everything I have, and she was not on my side. Her first response was not to stand by me.”“Yes, I see that now. But as I said–”“Yes, she has a history with men. By the way, those recordings will be admissible. It won’t go beyond the hearing.”“Oh, I hope so!” she said. “So where–”“Tell her to come home. You can say we’ll talk some more. We’ll get over it.”“Oh, that’s a relief. Thank you so much. I don’t know what. What I saw inside made me flush with excitement and embarrassment.Jonny was wide-awake. He was lying on his bed completely naked. His eyes were glued to the magazine in his left hand and his right hand was massaging his rigid penis vigorously. The magazine cover was showing some explicit fuck scene and his hand was moving in a rhythm. I felt ashamed in eyeing my own son in such a condition but an underlying excitement prevented me moving away from the windows. My eyes were feasting on his.