It could be fruit, or spices. But I know. It is you. You started hours ago, after I called, slipping into a deep warm bath into which you mixed some m...gical potion which gradually imparted it’s scent to you as you steeped in the heat and wetness. Perhaps you played with yourself a bit, thinking of me. I hope so. Stroking your breasts, pulling gently on your nipples, trailing your fingers gently along your inner thighs. As I know you hoped I would do soon. Perhaps you even slipped a finger. My Lord lay me down on the dressing couch, and without a word, or any resistance from me, disrobed me completely, then carried me into the bath, depositing me in it so gently, that I never felt the bottom of the tub. Lay back, Mr. Ceffalo, and relax, I have a physician on the way, and Mr. Ichinosi will be here soon with the medical information from your little holidays eventful return. I will spare no expense on your comfort or care, at least for the time being. We can talk of other things once. “My boy I will teach you”, dad turned his attention to mom’s tits. “Dad, why don’t you teach me as well”, he understood what I wished and slowly massaged my mangoes, saying “my son, this way”, from massaging, went on to rubbing. “Devi (mom’s name) it’s your session, to teach them”. Mom bent her head, took Jai’s rod in her mouth, moved her head to and forth, Jai closed his eyes and pressed mom’s head tight with his pole. Mom took it out from her mouth, held the dick, removed the fore skin, and. I don’t ask you to agree with me on it, but it was a choice I had to make. I knew Allen would never stand before a judge, that the Law would never touch him, especially as he himself was using the Law against itself. What we did was to save lives in the future, and bring Justice to those that Allen harmed and destroyed. Perhaps one day someone will sit at this table, having a beer, that would not have been alive if Senator Allen had lived another minute. And over time, I think we’ll not regret.