.....yes i do''''just be quiet about it please''''sure boi comon lets go''Mike so happy to have done itgetting in the boy room closing the door''come ...ere you little sissy slut boi''getting the boy undress into his underwear''just like i tought, you are a cute girl dont you, wearing lingery thiking about black cock to suck on''''please , nobody knows , i never meet anyone i just ....i dont know''''you know, stop lying get on your knees and come kiss that cock , you gonna be saying the truth. “You mean with your son Ryan right?” I opened the door more, and looked at the kid. “Yes with my son Ryan. Why do you ask?” I finished. “Well that why I wanted to talk to you.” He still only half looked at me. I didn’t know what this kid was up to, but I told him to come in and sit down in the living room.“Peter, why are you hear; I’m very busy.” I told him “Well! Umm” he licked his lips looking down at his shoes. “I saw what you guys did today!” he said in a very long fast sentence. “What do. At Aero Jet, a rocket motor design and prototype company, the halls and offices were full of geniuses. Just having a B.S., made me low man on the totem pole. One such 'little person' (in the eyes of the PhD's) was the receptionist called Chris (not her real name). Chris, like me had a Bachelor of Science in Math/Statistics, yet, managed to latch on as a receptionist. I was in prototype testing; translated to laymen's terms, I made sure the wires that went from one black box to the other. I could never have carried a struggling seven-year-old up a flight of stairs.”“So, strength is a requirement for a good parent?” Charles asked.“An advantage, dear. But I’m not making myself clear. Bob might have an immature sense of humor, he might squabble with his sister in a way that they ought to have outgrown well before you met her, let alone him, but he relates to his wife and child as a responsible adult. In one of his fights with his father -- and, dear, you only think that Kathleen.