"Now?" Why not?" Andy replied. "Your mom's not home. Doesn't talking about all this give you a hard-on?" Well yeah, of course, but ... Ah ... what the...fuck, huh? Why not?"Then I heard a second zipper. Oh, fuck. My son was gonna take it out.Ten minutes later I had sneaked back out of the house and into my car. I waited a few minutes, then came back in the house, making a lot of noise this time and calling out to tell Robert I was home.He and Andy had gone up to his room by then, never knowing I. I looked at the clock; it was almost 11, way too late for me to sleep in (I’m no morning person, but I hate feeling like I wasted my morning). I simply smiled and stuffed my face with bacon, very manly I know, and turned my attention to the TV. He had turned it to the weather channel; apparently, a big storm was headed our way. I got excited at the news; I always loved storms. They were so calm and then BAM! It became total chaos within seconds! Plus, the usual low rumble of the summer. We went to bed at 10.30pm.Her daughter was in the next to their master bed room (in the single cot). I told her aunty I am taking Rathi and put in your bed so that I can sleep in this cot. Immediately she said don’t disturb her, once she gets up she will not be able to sleep again. You sleep in this cot itself, she showed the master cot. Nan bedla paduthavudane, aunty light off saidhuddu, vandhu, how do you feel innaga? Edhu aunty? ellam? Ellam inna? food, enda kay kadichadhu, pinne, endodu. My knees wobbled and I collapsed in his arms, too tired to stand on my own. He picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me into his extravagantly decorated bedroom.“It had all the subtle hints that it was decorated by a professional but still looked like a masculine man cave. And like a man living in a cave, DeAngelo threw me on his bed like a piece of meat. He pulled his collared shirt over his head and showed off his astonishingly ripped body. Even more mouth-watering were.