Kalyani was watching this still in a squatted position while his son was standing to her left at an angle but a meter away. Kumar’s dick was clearly...visible in the moon light and so did her uncovered portions of her body under the clothes including her pussy mound and the bush. She picked up some courage to standup as she doesn’t wanted to be urinated by her son on her face. This thinking was dramatic but actually it would have been at its best if Kumar did it, however he didn’t. While standing. I've arrived as late as possible and I run to the door quickly so no one will notice.Margaret is just as uncomfortable seeing me at the door as I am being there. She ushers me in quickly. Maybe she's afraid the other dweebs will see her with the girl next door. For a few moments, we stand in the front hall sizing each other up. This is going to be even worse than I thought.Finally, I break the silence. "My mother called your mother?" Margaret shakes her head. "No, Mine called yours. She didn't. “How much do you love me?” you ask and my reply is immediate.“Lots and lots, more than I can say with words”“Then come here and give me a kiss to show daddy how much you love him” you say and I almost come there and then as I manoeuvre myself and give you a big hug and plant a peck on your mouth.You grab my head and hold me in place as you force your tongue into my small mouth. I pretend not to understand and pull away from you despite the fact that I really want to kiss you back right. Coming down the side aisle were three tigers, this time taking the place of camels, bearing the three wise men. The gasps were caused by the children's costumes. Karen Chan was wearing the most exquisite set of Chinese robes anyone had ever seen. Cindy Cartwright was wearing a Siamese costume, while Casey Jackson was attired as a Nubian princess.They sang We Three Kings of Orient Are and then dismounted at the stable. Each presented her gift and each was rewarded by the infant's blessing. Again.