I felt a little stab in my leg and the next I remembered was waking up in the hospital.There were some friends of ours there waiting for me to wake up...and let me have the bad news. Melissa was gone, as were the neighbors on either side, including the two older children in the house to the east of us. Seven people, gone. Not a trace. The only thing left on the cul-de-sac was the boat laying on our shower enclosure with a huge oak tree on top of it, holding it down. Everything else was gone down. I am so homesick, I could puke. I miss the ocean. I miss the blue sky that never seemed to end. I miss the sun. My tan is beginning to fade. I gave up on staying outside after two weeks of constant rain and became a bit attached to my new computer. Once, I even missed work because I was enjoying myself too much although mostly, I remind myself that if I don’t work, I cannot stay in my apartment or keep the computer. I miss my baby brother too. One thing I don’t miss is my parents. They always. I tell her what I want and she puts me through an exhaustive mental and physical examination. At the end of all this she tells me that I'm a bi-sexual with an enormously powerful appetite for sex but that building me a cock won't work and why would I want to loose that lovely little pussy of mine to replace it with a none functioning cock? Well I don't want to loose my pussy, I love having it assaulted with lips, tongues, cocks, fingers, and all types of toys. I do however want the best of both. “I did, sir. My mom said she’ll be here,” I said. “You got only 5 minutes. If your parent is not here, I’ll have to fail you in all the subjects, and you’ve already failed in 2,” he said.“Hey Aravind, I’m here,” my mom shouted.“Oh, there she is, sir,” I informed Suresh sir.He was awestruck by my mom’s beauty. was wearing a transparent red saree tucked well below her hip with a sleeveless blouse and red lipstick. She also had a waist chain on, which she has never used as far as I know.“Who are.