.. thanks mom." She came forward and the two of them hugged.It was at that moment that I read something in my Masters mind. It was the feel of her lar...e soft breasts against his chest and her covered skin beneath his hands. So I did my duty and Melony, my Masters mother, did not break off the hug. In fact, she kissed his neck several times gently while her grasp firmed.Again, I realized my Master needed a little persuasion. Melony reached out and took her son's hand and moved it from her back. After that, I do a thousand fast reps with two five-kilogram weights. This latter exercise keeps me tight and strong but not bulky, so I will always be a dress size twelve.By now I am dripping, and very fragrant.I lie on the grass in my garden and let the sweat dry as I watch a few wispy white clouds chase each other across the blue morning sky. I then head inside and juice carrots, spinach, kale, oranges, apples, and kiwis and gulp the resulting pint of obscene goodness, along with vitamin. Ab bari meri thi lund chusne ki ..Maine deepak ka lund poora mu me daal liya n loollypop ki tarah chusne lgi..Ummm…Meri ma ab meri chut chaat rhi thi..Phr deepak khada ho gya n bola aao meri randiyo tumhe kutiya bnau apni..Chuso mera lund..Main aur ma baari baari se lund choos rhi thi uska..Tbhi usne mujhe dhakka deke ulta kr diya aur meri gaand me lund daal k kutiya ki tarah chodne laga..Aaaiiieeee…Meri cheekh nikal gyi..Uska lund 7 inch ka mota tha..Pehle to dard hua bt phr madhoshi chaane. ”“I hope I’m never mean to you.”“Everyone gets mean sometimes. It’s part of being human.”“Why?”“It’s a lot like the brain. Only you can see and feel what goes on in there. And you can’t see and feel what’s going in someone else’s brain. There’s something called empathy.”“Empaty?”“Close enough.”“Say it again.”“Empathy,” he said slower, emphasizing the th sound.”“Empathy.”“That’s it.”“What is empathy?”“It means you feel what someone else feels. Or try to. Like if someone is hurt, and you’ve been.