"You are right, but how do you know it?" he asked."I have been in a fight that I didn't win before," I said, and I was glad to see that it made him la...gh."I don't know how anyone was able to best you," he said."That's how I learned to fight so well. You learn much more from the fights you lose than the ones you win," I said, and that finally got him to stop talking and start thinking.Moving his things into the hut didn't end up being much of a problem. It wasn't that he didn't have much, it was. He wore the same colour and style suit, carrying a brief case that carried nothing but his lunch box. The contents of the lunch box had every item enclosed in a wrapper and the fruit packed to prevent damage by movement. The lunch box was always packed by this grandmother, who had devoted her life to caring for her only grandson, John.John Oswald Sims was a brilliant accountant and since the date on employment with the company of chartered accountants had risen faster than normal in the. We picked some booze and reached a reputed resort on bannerghatta road by 5:30 pm. Checked in for a two nights stay as it was a weekend and we were offered complimentary paintball & bonfire!We sat around the bonfire sipping the drink we carried and soon it was 8:00 pm. Divya called her parents and informed she was sleeping over at her friends place and so did I . We got into the room as it started raining. The devil in us woke up and we started cuddling. We locked our lips and got into a long. Please”He saw the change in her “You be good, be a good cunt for your son,” She smiled and tentatively kissed his neck and grabbing the hand on her leg she brought his hand onto her breast“All for you, momma is all yours, do what you want.” Fortunately for Irene, her son was not a pain freak; control yes! Perhaps an only child can fully appreciate the infinite pleasures of claiming your mother, add in the mix that mom is good looking by any standards, and you have one happy boy. It went.