Next day morning she seemed to be normal and I also continued to be same the next day evening when we were watching TV I put my hands in b/w her thigh... she was damm serious then I didn’t know what to do but still I kept my hand there for a while and removed that night I tried to feel her breast but I couldn’t as she became alert days went on like that she never told to any one I was very much desperate to see her so I used take some reasons to go and visit her at her home but no clues from her. My wife started moving her hand up and down his shaft, while my son madly squeezed her breasts and sucker her nipples. By this time, I removed my shorts and T shirt and entered the room. With this noise, they saw me and were in the state of total shock. But I smiled. I asked them to continue. They were ashamed and refused. However, I insisted and lastly threatened them with dire consequence, if they stopped. They resumed their play. I fetched my digi cam and took a couple of shots in various. I asked you to place your hair clip on your nipples. The kind with the spring and sharp fingers. They sharpness dug into the delicate flesh around your nipples. Gradually you removed your hand so I could see. The hair clip grabbing the skin and holding on to the tight, firm breast. You took it off all too quickly. It seemed like a new experience for you. The pain was intense. Sharp. I can't remember too much more because of the state I was in. I was overwhelmed by your obedience, trust, beauty. "Dad seemed pleased to learn that Ty has so much experience. I noticed that Ty makes a point of letting concerned parents and passengers know that he's a safe rider.Dad turned to me and asked, "Did you enjoy it?"I didn't even have to think about it. "I want one!! God! I loved it! He said that if you give your permission he'll teach me to ride on his dirt bike. Can I?!"I didn't get an immediate answer. My parents looked at each other. I know what that look means. It isn't exactly a no. But there.