She was in shock. She rubbed her hand up and down it and finally gripping. I then said “kita bozu boruni amar benda” (what do you think, is my pen...s big) She replied “khoob boru benda tou eta loya ato killa” (its quite big how do you walk around with that) [in actual fact not the biggest very much average size]To my surprise she began to wank me off. She then put her other hand on my shoulder. As she was doing that I put my hand around her waist and pulled her closer and squeezing her ass. Her. She was sitting to the left of the TV as she got on MySpace to talk to her girls. I put my feet on the coffee table. I turned the channel again. I took out my cell. I looked at the screen. I had been at Tracy house for about an hour. I then put the cell back in my shorts. I crossed my legs again.About ten minutes later I turned the channel again. I could hear Tracy on the computer as she IM two of her friends at the same time. I was just about ready to say something when I saw some head lights. But I’m going to do a search after I’ve been to the Architects of the areas down by the embankment and the car park down by the Royal Festival Hall where they tend to hang out.’ ‘Hit the back of Waterloo Station. There’s an area there that they congregate.’ Someone piped in, ‘I heard a lot of them hang around a park over by Vauxhall. There’s a hostel there and once they’re turfed out in the morning they hit the liquor stores and spend the rest of the day getting high in the park around the. It took two days to find, as I had to do my looking while my wife, son, and daughter were out. Two days, and that was only because three days of the week I work from home. For almost one full day, I didn't work. I searched the house.This is more of a problem than I thought. Not that I could swear to it, but I'm pretty damned sure that this Clone is of my son. The thought of how my wife got it... Well I don't want to think about it.Frankly I don't know what to do. I mean, how the hell do you.