Aur dopahar ka kam khatam kar mere grandparent dopahar me sone ke liye bed laga diya mene bola muje nind nahi aayengi aap log so jav..mene dekha ki sa...hi gauv me dopahar me so jate hai muje thoda ajib laga kyonki dopahar me bhi raat jesi shanti ho jati hai.Some ese hi time pass kar raha tha ,ese hi me uper aa gaya sayad wo fir se dikh jaye par wo nahi dikhi par muje door khula dikha uper ke room ka..so gauv me typical gharo ki tarah hamara bhi ghar uske ghar se attch tha..so me diwar pe se uske. His fingers run in my hair, his kisses rain down on my head. He holds me as I cry the tears I have tried so hard not to shed. ‘Rest, love.’ I hear him, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to rest. My eyes hurt. My heart burns. The will to stay awake for the final hours is great, but the body is weak, and soon my eyes close, and I do as he wished, I sleep. ‘Soon,’ his voice whispers in my ear. I hear him and the word he spoke. His breath touches my ear, stirs my hair, and rubs over my skin.. Sharon then momentarily let go of my cock and moved her hand inside the elastic of the pyjama bottoms, and took hold of my cock in the flesh, pushing her arm back so my cock was exposed, she moved her head so she was directly staring at my cock whilst holding it in her one hand, then said “nice, very nice”. she then licked her lips, asked me to stand up, to which I did, while she remained standing, all the while rubbing my cock with her one hand , whilst pulling my pyjama bottoms down with her. I guess in the back of my mind I was hoping he'd be out, that I'd see him.No! I KNEW that was what I had been hoping. Only he wasn't out, of course. What did I think, that he'd be out there waiting for me to walk by? Sometimes I can be a real dork!Still, I kept hoping he'd be there, like maybe he'd come out to get the mail or something. I must have walked around the block three times, and even after that I paced up and down the block a half a dozen more times, studying his house, sending.