Why was it that I, the 'kid, ' had to be sensitive, supportive, and know about the issues my parents were going though, while they didn't need to thin... about what they did to me, or how it felt? Isn't it, or shouldn't it be, a two way street? What is it that makes the parent right, no matter what?My mom had no right to dump her problems on me and expect me to take it. If I had done the same to her, using jealousy as the reason for my behavior, wouldn't she have said something? What made it so. I lay shivering on the newspapers in the stall thinking of my plump handler with her generous use of pussy to contribute to my sexual education. On the outskirts of New Delhi, I paused at a bus stop to gather my thoughts and check my switches to confirm my detonator was ready for deployment.I was sweating profusely and for some strange reason I had a most unfortunate erection that brought stares from the surrounding females waiting for the bus.The Imam had schooled me well and I pulled out the. " What home?" said Mr. Bell, looking wide-eyed at his wife and feigningsurprise. "I thought we gave them the garage!" You're parents are so fun!" I said to Michael when they'd moved on. "Uh... do they know about me ...?" He nodded, and then winked to let me knowthey were cool with it. 'Oh my God,' I thought.Bob and Sharon Stevens were present, as anticipated, and I almost criedas I got major hugs and even cheek-kisses from Sharon (but only warmhandshakes from Bob, whom I already knew wasn't. ”I withdrew my fingers and easily pressed my swollen dripping cock-head through his sphincter into his pink hairless hole.“Babe, tell me when to push,” I said while rubbing his hairless thighs, “I’ll go slow and be easy.”“Umm, I feel you in me,” he whispered wrapping his legs around my waist, “Push slowly and don’t stop.”I was so ready but I held back and went slowly, inch by inch until I was in his tight ass all the way. “How’s that feel Babe?” I asked in a whisper.“So filling,” he said.