He would have left her there and been safe from his long agoobsession had it not been for the accident. It was the realization that hewas crippled for...life which had reawakened the bitterness and turned him towardhome. Upon his return, he had found the hurt waiting for him. His first sight ofthe place had torn the scab from his emotions and set the old anger to festering.There had been a settlement after the accident. Edgar spent several seeminglyidle weeks studying the place where he had grown. Andrew, I’m willing. You might hate the idea. I half expected you to run screaming from the restaurant and stick us with the check. But you had to know who we are, what we need. Only you can decide if you are interested in meeting our needs; or if we can fill your own.”I might have had a bit of a shit-eating grin on my face by this time. It was more of a fantasy thing than anything else. Not the ‘two girls in one bed’ fantasy that one might expect from such a situation. It was more the fantasy. P ki auraton ki tarah meri mummy ka shareer bhi gatheela or bohot hi sexy hai.Vo ek lecturer hain.Unka figure 36-32-40 hai. Kam height, bade bade papeete jaise boobs jo iss umar mein bhi kase huye hain.Par unke shareer mein sabse khas hai unki gaand. Koi bhi dekhkar yahi kahega ki kisi ne do bade matke fit kar rakhe hain jo unke chalne par ek doosre se ghiskar kisi bhi mard ka paani nikaal de. Mein apni mummy ko roz chodta hu.Unhe gaand marvaana bohot hi zyada pasand hai. Hum ghar mein bilkul. That must have indicated something because before I could say anything he leaned forward and lightly kissed my lips. Shit. I did not respond nor did I reject it. He looked at me and then leaned in again. This time his kiss was longer and he drew his tongue across my lips. When he withdrew, I took another drink of my scotch. He smiled at me and said, "See, you didn't die, did you?". I sort of chuckled.He pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine again. This time when he kissed me, he pressed.