Part of that growth was the easy access to the HMS. Exactly what Michael Thomas had in mind, I am quite sure.We eventually stopped at a very nice and ...ecently painted apartment complex with the name Kensington West on its stone wall.We were all following Stephen who had walked to apt 79, and took out a key and unlocked the door, but before it was open, he said, “We knew that after nearly a week of living like you were married that you would need someplace special, so – here it is!”Rather. It had definitely been opened and there were condoms missing.I kept it back there and moved on. The following day, I kept thinking about the same matter and carefully analyzed every single man who came inside the house. It could be a neighbor or the milkman, the newspaper vendor, the gardener or even the watchman, but I needed to find out who exactly it was who was fucking my mom when I was away.That night, when my mom went bathing, I did something that I hadn’t done for over 10 years. I peeked. Ich wusste, was er hören wollte, aber ich würde das nie sagen. „Bitte ....."„Bitte WAS?"Ich spürte, wie sein Schwanz meinen Eingang erreichte, aber nicht eindrang. Da war es um mich geschehen.„Bitte fick mich, FICK MICH", jaulte ich auf.Und Ben stieß so heftig in mich, dass ich das Gleichgewicht verlor und nach vorne mit dem Oberkörper auf das Sofa fiel. Was Ben aber nicht störte. Im Gegenteil, er kam mir nach, drückte mich eher noch tiefer und rammte mir seinen Schwanz wieder rein. Ich kam. “Martin, things went much better than I thought they would. Your family – Dad’s family – made it a wonderful meeting and I almost didn’t want to leave. I was quite worried about what would happen when we met Mom’s family since they’d been very upset at what Mom did when she married Dad. When I called the lady ‘Naani - Grandmother’ that seemed to break the ice and things went way better than I thought they would. I know she’s not my real grandmother – she’s my grandmother’s sister - but I felt.