We escaped to the study where we spent a long time taking turns staring out the window, browsing the books, and making small talk. We got along just f...ne, but it was obvious that we would never 'connect' on that level. But, a combination of the house, my new junk, and the knowledge of what was going on in the kitchen kept my cock at near full-hardness the entire time.Finally after a couple hours of wasting time, I found myself completely staring at Ginger in lust. I noticed that her usually. My arms stayed wrapped around mom's stomach, feeling the underside of her large breasts brush against me with each bounce of the bus. It was getting hot, our bodies pressed together. Mom and I were both starting to sweat, and her hot, misty thighs began tugging at my shorts as they moved with each bump.My cock grew with each gyration. Worse, I realized I had forgotten to tie the waist of my shorts this morning; my cock head began to protrude from the top of my shorts, ever more as it grew and. “Hi Mr. Kendall,” Brad furrowed his brow in discomfort.“Hi Brad,” he replied shaking his hand.“How is Abby, I want to see her.”“You’re recovering from major surgery and all you can think about is Abby? You are something else, Son. You can see her in a few minutes.”“I love her Mr. Kendall,” he confessed once again, tears beginning to well in his eyes.“I know you do Son. I don’t know how to ever thank you, to ever repay you for giving me back my Abby, except to let her go to you someday as your. Please, please never leave me."Carefully I traced the circular ridges that dotted her arms. They weren't as noticeable as the angry scars on her back. My beautiful, marred angel had survived a nightmarish past that had tried to crush her spirit. It had succeeded for a time but over the past eight years, she had slowly regathered her life. Jordan still struggled with her self-esteem but she continued getting stronger and more confident each month.I studied the long, ugly scars that crisscrossed.