Maybe ten minutes after he set the clock.“You didn’t wake up,” Cheryl explained. “We decided to wake you up properly.”“Thank you. Uhm, did...I mention any names before I awoke.”“Something about Moe being a bitch,” said Cheryl. “Dreaming of an angry fuck?”“Yes,” he muttered.“Hopefully it gets you over her.”“I’m getting there,” he admitted.“Good.”“Constance, go make us breakfast. Shower Cheryl?”“The other way around, Joe,” Cheryl said. “I’m staying here. I need to make some long distance phone. “Mmm sir, I like that sir” he said with a little giggle. He turned around and looked at Sam who looked so peaceful laying there, we both looked at her little tuft of pubic hair and with her legs slightly parted her pink lips glistened, we looked at each other.. “Cute isn’t she sir” Timmy sighed softly and I had to agree with him.After standing there a few minutes feasting our eyes on Sam’s fine form, her rounded little titties down to her flat belly, she was stunning. “Fancy a smoke Tim?” I. Mom and dad always had disagreements and issues for the last few years. So one fine day, they decided to find their own ways and divorced. I just finished my first year of college at that time.After the divorce, mom decided to move to India and look after my grandpa’s business in Mumbai. So my mom and I shifted back to Mumbai, and I joined college again to continue my studies. Let me introduce my mom, Tara, 45 years old. She is a stunning beauty. Very fair and a well-maintained. “I don’t...” Jason said. He stopped, recollected his thoughts and went on, “Brandon, what do you mean you’re seein someone? Like a boyfriend or somethin?”“I mean, I don’t really know what other way to say it except--”The telephone rang. I grabbed it immediately, grateful for the interruption. “Hello?”“What are you doin?” It was Chris. I felt both relief and discomfort hearing from him. I rose off the couch and walked toward the kitchen so Jason couldn’t hear my conversation.“Nothin’, just.