I observe all this but felt there is certainly a bad felling about this but my mind is not ready to accept what I am thinking “mother and son having...sex no it’s not possible” I consoled myself but it strongly rooted in my mind and I decided to find out what’s really going on between them.On the same night I waited for kichiro to go to his mother room like always he closed the door, like typical Japanese home the room has a big window I already slightly opened that window in evening itself and. ..the excitement of the flying. That was the highest drop he'd ever done. Higher than any of the bungee jumps that he'd ever done, and even higher than the sky diving. And he loved it. As Marcus remembered his purpose and reigned in his impulse to try it again, he sighed and thought that the only thing missing.....the only thing that could make it better....would be having Angel along with him. The thought of her back in his dorm room, trapped in his powerless mortal body and alone almost. We chatted and laughed about people in the neighborhood as she drank more and more of the sexual tonic down her lovely throat. After about 30 minutes, she started getting a little dizzy and nearly fell off the stool in the kitchen. I grabbed her, steadying her as I walked her to the couch and sat her down while playing the concerned friend. I went back to the kitchen to retrieve her drink and a cool towel and felt my cock stirring at the thought of what was soon to come.I went back to the couch. I will take the chance I can negotiate through them without stepping on one of the triggers. I suggest you move your men back until I see if I can make it through." Stinger, you're nuts, you know that? Shit, if your going to do this, at least take one of my portable sniffers with you." I think I will stick with the can of paint and my gut Preacher. Keep your men back in the basement away from the door."I lay down on my stomach and looked at the tiles that were depressed and then counted the.