After she went i took my mobile phone and started to watch porn videos.Later the rain started to come heavily. I was waiting for her near the gate and...she arrived home fully wet.I could see her navel in her wet saree and her nipples got hardened. She handed me the food and said me to come with her to the bedroom.She removed her saree in front of me and asked me to hang it outside to make it dry.I just stared at her beautiful body shape, her sexy navel and her big boobs.I felt my dick getting. Lots of children were milling around saying goodbye to their parents.The kids came in all shapes and sizes; some looked huge, almost grown upto me, especially the big boys.I kind of sidled up closely to my mother, a bit shy and overawed by allthese people. They all looked as if they knew where they were going. Theybelonged; would I belong soon? Oh I hoped so."Come on girls, let's go to the office."Mum held on to my hand, perhaps realising that this was all a bit much forme.Nicola was waving and. “Jacob, just have a seat on the bench until your mother gets here and let me know if you start feeling woozy.”Which is how I ended up in Doctor Jordan’s office instead of Desi’s bed Thursday afternoon.“I thought those tracks weren’t supposed to cause injury,” Rachel said when she saw me for our math class in the morning. “Your face is a mess.”“I guess the track is meant for shoes and not for faces. I feel like such an idiot.”“Your girlfriends are going to flip.”“Brittany already did. We have. .”+++Mentioning the c***dren reminded me of Michael’s birth. I wanted John with me. He agreed IF his regimental duties allowed. He was there, holding my hand. Was he reassuring me, expressing his love? Or was I reassuring him? He looked so scared and petrified during the whole process that I was more worried about John than the birth. As a father he adored our c***dren. They loved him. He was always there, so calm, so solid, so supportive. He could be firm with them but always fair. Even as.