As you realize the incredible need in Andrew, suddenly your need is as great as his. I needed him. I needed him to take me, own me, plant his seed in ...e. What does that mean? Is it me or is it genetics? That's the question that has been bothering me all night.I don't believe the man knows what is inside himself. I can give him support and guidance. He's different, is our Andrew. He's not like other men I have known. His ego is fragile and he considers himself to be just a boy. But he is so much. I was very intrigued and with the house empty Idecided to investigate what would make him spurt!I opened up his history file and visited his preciouswebsites. I was extremely shocked! As it turns out myfaultless adolescent isn’t innocent after all.The first websites content I looked at was all aboutSandM. The pictures portrayed physically and mentallyabused, beautiful women dressed in form fitting clothessuch as leather, latex, PVC, and other plastic orrubber items. They were depicted in. I inched even closer and ‘bingo’, her fingers came into contact with the swollen head and I felt her thumb massaging the precum, it was like she was pulling me through and then I saw the cloth fall to the floor.I stepped right up to the hole and felt her fingers reach under my balls pulling them through the hole, her soft hands pulling the skin right back and the feeling of her warm tongue flicking and sucking the head.Obviously she hadn’t been taught by her Gran as she had a totally different. We moved the furniture and started cutting and fitting the flooring. This was the last project before our house would be totally finished. Hopefully, the other situation would be resolved at the same time. Cassie would be out of our lives, and hopefully out of circulation, probably for many years.We would lay a couple of courses on the floor then stand up, and admire our work. This was certainly going to be beautiful. We did hear the toilet in the cellar flush three times close together. I.