As soon as we got in the door still in the hallway she turned to me and we kissed, My hands round her holding her arse and pulling her into me, semi...erect cock against her pelvis. I then took hold of the bottom of her top and started to raise it, she held her arms up and I lifted it higher taking it off and exposing her tits in her white bra I dropped her top and my head went down and started to kiss her tits her nipples getting harder as I did she undid my shirt I shrugged out of it and she. I kissed the soft skin of your neck, forcing you gently onto your back, with your legs parted by my thighs, I rubbed my bulging cock directly against your pussy. We dry humped like that, kissing as we did, until we were both dripping, aching to fuck. I remember unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them and kissing the front of your panties before pulling jeans and panties over one hip and then the other and then finally off your sexy legs. Tossing your clothes aside, I hugged your thigh to my bare. They're at least partly right. If I weren't a bad parent, my son would still be alive. I should have gotten him a full-time nurse, the proper medicine. I should have educated myself more about his problem. Why couldn't I do that? Why did I let him die?" John, take it easy. You loved your son. The right people know and will acknowledge that. You weren't expecting him to die the way he did, and some responses to the event have been despicable. I don't think you should let those who would exploit. Most were based on going back and redoing some interaction the RIGHT way. Man, if I could go back in time, knowing what I knew now, all the girls would be popping out my kids.Damn, that's a lot of booties for Grandma to knit.Dinner that night was meatloaf, which was good, as always. All was normal. I went to my room afterwards, as there was nothing particular I was interested in. Besides, you know, her. Lying on my bed, checking my iPad, I noticed a new email. It was titled "To my.