Which was not how I had put it? I had used a lot more of fuck you bitch I will go live with my dad. Mom was on the phone right away. She informed dadd... of just what was going on over here. Mom told him I wanted to come live with him and that if he wanted me to come get the little bitch. I was upstairs packing my bags when dad arrived. I heard dad and mom arguing over me. Mom was yelling that I had been nothing but trouble since I had been born. My mom even told my dad that I had even driven him. Mom was wearing a very revealing bikini and those tits of hers were barely covered. I had spent a lot of nights stroking to the very thing I was looking at now.Shannon blushed and told mom how she had gagged the first time and how the guy hadn't stopped and when he came in her mouth she hurled."Sounds like a fucking asshole. Too bad that was your first experience." "There is a technique to it at first. but it really isn't hard once you get the hang of it. Here I'll show you."Mom looked at me. Part of what kept us in different worlds was nationality. Oh, we were both born in the US, but my parents immigrated from Spain—technically Catalonia. My father never let me forget that Franco’s suppression of Catalonia had been the reason he fled and took mother with him. I’d pieced together some bits that indicated he was a leader of the Republican resistance in the Civil War and Franco’s people targeted him for elimination.On the other hand, Little Joe was from an old Italian family. The. "Robert looked at his mom through his tears. He trembled with relief."You're not mad at me?"His mom shook her head. "Never. Unconditional love is all I have for you,honey. You belong to me."Robert stood there holding the wisps of silken acetate and spandex. "Ithought you were ashamed of me cause of this. I was afraid to talk to youabout it."Amy shook her head and smiled. "I'm always here for you and always readyto talk about anything. I love you." She hugged him and when a pair oflittle pink.