I passed them their cups. Mrs James shook her head when I offered her sugar. She took a napkin, placed her gloves at her side and spread the napkin ac...oss her lap. Mr James took sugar. Two lumps, dropped into the cup with a sound that seemed to act as the starting pistol for our discussions.?I wonder if you know,? Mr James began, ?the problems that a man faces in making his way in the world these days.??I can appreciate them,? I said. ?I set up my own business some ten years ago but even then. ’ I paused my train of thought. ‘Thank you,’ I blurted out. ‘Anytime, Deke. Just… please, try to fix things with Miranda, whatever that needs to look like for you two.’ I nodded and sighed. ‘And, uh… stop parking your car under a tree. You usually won’t see the sap, but it’s killing your wiper blades.’ I had been changing my blades at least every other month. How did he know? Andrew stood up and I helped him put my bike back in his truck bed. We returned to the warmth of our respective. He is the millionaire of Kasganj without any kid till now. He has an 8-inch dick which he was drilling up in my dad’s ass. He is getting his whole cock inside the asshole and then pulls the full length out.Then inserting full length again in my dad’s asshole. And my dad was shouting “Yes fuck me! Fuck me harder! I love you. Kill me with your dick.” Now I know my dad is gay. While my dad was getting fucked by his friend I saw my mother enjoying her self with her fingers.With one hand she was. I was expecting her to go off on me. She’d found my stories, she went to the trouble of printing one out to confront me, I was bracing myself for the worst. Her reaction was nothing like I was expecting. She said that she was a fan of zeke81 too so when she found a folder containing all of zeke81’s stories on our computer she was amazed to find that we were both a fan of the same Literotica author. She hadn’t figured it out…she didn’t know that I was zeke81…she just thought I was a fan like she.