Worst case, I was expecting her to be angry for this but since she was not I moved further. I started pleading her and got hold of her shoulders. She ...as refusing me but did not go out of the room. I then pressed her against the wall, got hold of both her hands and now her face was straight in front of mine. I waited for a second for her to make and eye contact, left her hands and took her face in my hands and gave a kiss on her lips for 10 seconds. After that I saw her expression and it was. . " my dad said looking at my mom."Oh, all right," my mom said with a fake sound of impatience. Then she smiled at him before looking at me and saying, "Tim, your father and I wanted to know if you were going to change your name." Change my name? Oh... You mean from Brandton to Grodmen. Well, to tell you the truth, I have thought about it a little, but I'm kind of used to be a Brandton, you know? I guess I can change it if you want me to though... " Timothy," my dad said, putting his hand on my. I pinched her nipples, which were huge. It took two hands to grab and hold one of her breasts. ‘Squeeze my tits hard. Slap them. Pull and stretch my nipples. Bite my nipples. Suck on them. Bounce them up and down. Make me moan with lust,’ she commanded. ‘I like it rough. I want a real man. Treat me dirty like the slut I am. Make me your wanton harlot bitch.’ I couldn’t believe what I heard, but I tried to do what she wanted. So far, it seemed to be working. I felt her cunt just wetting my. He had only his instinct to rely upon. But going by his lack of experience in such a situation, was not much to count upon. He dragged his feet along occasionally stopping to wipe the sweat if his balding head.The heavy backpack(filled with water and food) for the day did not help his cause. Soon around the afternoon, he stopped in the shade of a small hillock made of boulders for some shade. Making up his mind if he should proceed or walk back the way he had come.The probability of getting.