He is our son. Always remember that."We didn't attempt to go out on "Black Friday." We got together at the Carlisle home and ate leftover turkey sandw...ches, played board games in the living room, and generally chilled out for the day. I was helping Mary with the kitchen dishes later in the afternoon when she decided she wanted to talk to me."Your mother and father are lovely people, Will. I can see where you get your manners and personality. You know Angus and I have been very protective of. Rosa now and then casually and subtlety stroked a hand across her sex. It was nothing heavy, just a bit of gentle stimulus so that she too was a little bit more open to my casual gaze. My cock jolted slightly, some hardness travelling along the shaft; not that I was hard, but I now wasn’t flaccid either. Part of me hoped my interest wasn’t too obvious; but then part of me thought that my response might give them other ideas too. Lisa commented to me that she was getting too hot, and suggested. .." It's not yours either Ral," Yvonne interrupted. It was like she had been waiting for me to say something about it. "You showed me earlier how you have had no control over what's happening. No one is to blame here." The others were nodding in agreement.I nodded too. There wasn't really anything else to say. We all knew the situation and it was stressful enough without bickering or any one of us trying to take the blame.I looked at each of the girls gathered, making sure to have full eye. Amos began walking westward. “What about Joshua?” Richard asked.“No stock, no need for stockman,” Amos responded. “Andrew my son.” The group crossed a small creek and walked about half a mile. Then Richard could see a hillock. “That’s your site.”Richard walked up the hill, walked around on it. “Where’s the highway?” Amos pointed. “I want to walk there.”It took him about 10 minutes. Looking east, Richard could see his red ute, though there was a bend in the road. There wasn’t an obvious gate in.