A naked Bobby reappeared to the bedside with a half hard cock as Peter sat up to receive him. Bobby got into bed next toPeter and as they stared a bit...into each other’s eyes and lightly touched each other they melted into a kiss, pressing their hardening cocks into each other’s bodies. The kiss became heated and they groped their hands over the male form in bed next to them. The kissing then became a ravenous nuzzling of each other’s necks and chests. Soon Peter had his face sniffing Bobby’s. It also didn't matter. I had worked out a deal on the phone with McThrift auto rentals. I could rent any car they had on the lot for $20 a day plus gas. I didn't plan to rent a car except as a last resort. It should not come to that often. The kids loved to drive, their dad bought their cars, and I could go anywhere for a tank of gasoline, almost everybody won when they drove me around on the weekends.Cindy loved to visit her Grandfather. Even with their families present inside visitors area,. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him stranded in this backwards town. Seriously. Sebastien didn’t feel like he belonged there at all. Of course, his grandmother Cecilia, the matriarch of the Renard Clan would say otherwise. She told him how she remembered his birth in Quartier Morin, way back in 1987. Of course, mere months later. She rested her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes and let me wash her.By the time I reached her shoulders and began washing her arms, she wasn't shakingand freezing anymore and she had stopped sobbing.But even though she stopped sobbing I felt she still had trouble keeping it in and she still believed she was responsible. But she was not.She only did what she did to save me, that a****l brought it on himself.My mom only saved me because she loved me.I moved from her arms to her breasts. I.