I return home when my son was already in school. The good part of me wished for my son to forget what happened, but a large part of me was hoping that...my son wanted me as much as I wanted him. I stayed in my bed thinking about how I would face my son.That afternoon when my son got home from school, he went straight to my room knowing that I was home. I asked him to come over to sit on my bed so we could have a long time about what happened. But then he kissed me and one thing led to another,. I only spoke to the police once – I thought. I told them that he stepped out the window on his own. And when they started trying to frame you, I had a coughing fit. If they told you anything else they lied." I touched his face. "And if you think I would – think I could – ever ever accuse you of anything ... Mokuba – brother – please believe me. I would never, I will never give you up. Not to the bad man, not to the police. Not to death himself if I can find away around it."He sobbed and fell. I laid her on her feet in the bedroom. Still we were locked in embracement. She started exploring my chest, moving her fingers through the hair on chest, kissing my nipples. I felt it was a time for me to undress. I removed my kurta. She was almost waiting for this, she pulled the string of my pajama which fell down. I was without any underwear. She looked at my naked body. She noticed my full erection with wide eyes. With trembling hands she touched it. I grabbed her hand pressed it hard on. One of the rooms I always go into is thegirl's change room to get to the gym, even though I'm a boy.The first day I was here, I was afraid I'd get in trouble going where noboy goes, but not going through the change room made me hyperventilate,and in any case there's nobody here to get mad at me anyway, so I justgo in.Its honestly not anything special, not really different from the boy'schange room I use for gym, except that there are spare cheer uniformshung up inside. I touch the skirt of.