. with all the national child-grabbing going on... Didn't you think it odd that Chile was forcing you to come back to the U.S. with Isabelle for a cus...ody battle?"I paused for a moment before answering. "Yeah, I guess. Several of the local lawyers I spoke with were surprised about it too. But it is the law. Isabelle and I are both U.S. citizens. I don't know why our applications for Chilean citizenship were never... Why are you asking?" I'm getting a really bad feeling about this case."I sensed. This was all too much for Kurt! He shoved me aside and buried his face into our mother's snatch. The room was filed with the sounds of his lapping and sucking, and the smells of SEX. I walked up and spread Karen's ass cheeks,wide,so Kurt could get to her pink,tiny rosebud of an asshole. Then,as his face was planted deep into Karen's asscrack,I went to kneel down over Mom's face and fed her my twelve year old cock.Her mouth was greedier than ever! I thought she would suck my dick right off of my. I squeezed it lightly, and I heard her inhale sharply as she pressed against it.When I felt her hand again, it wasn't as surprising as the last time. Her fingers slid to my zipper and pulled it down. Then her hand slipped into my jeans and pulled my swollen shaft free of my briefs. Freed, it sprang out and pushed against her ass. As casually as I could I lifted her skirt. It was only then that I discovered she wasn't wearing anything underneath, because my cock buried itself inside her bare. “What?” I asked, seeing them all looking at me.“You clean up real damn nice.” She said, winking.“They say clothes make the man, and nowhere else does that ring truer than in Los Angeles.” I said.I gave all of them a hug goodbye, and left. My layover was in New York City. I have offices there. I stopped in real quick to visit with the branches President, Linda. We had dinner together, and discussed a few things. After dinner, she went home, and I went to the store. It took me a while to find.