Mom: Oh, come on. Don’t lie so much. Sravya is a model. I am sure she is prettier than me.Me: No, mom. I am not lying. For me, you are the prettiest... Not just today but since I was a kid.Mom: Oh, Kartik. You are such a lovely and romantic boy.Aditya: Yes, mom. You are a very beautiful woman.She walked towards us, gave us a light hug, and sat on the couch between both of us. Her hug, the little cleavage I got to see, and the feel of her boobs on my face made my cock go crazy. It was fighting to. .. but he couldn't bring himself to speak as darkness finally claimed him.Darkness. Calix found comfort in darkness; he always had. The darkness allowed him to work. It kept him out of sight. It kept eyes from prying. It kept him safe and secure. He owned the darkness; it was his.He floated in it, reveled in it. He could never understand how others could fear the darkness; how they could fear the unknown. To him, the darkness was a friend; a companion. He let her enter him and she kept him warm. George, my time-travel advisor, joined us on stage for one song, with his wife, Elsie (who we'd gotten to know quite well) out in the audience. It turned out that George could play a mean harmonica, and he and I shared vocals on the bluesy U2/B.B. King joint effort, "When Love Comes To Town". With George backstage again, we followed with another U2 tune. Guitar in hand, I remained in front of the mic as we ran through my all-time favorite song from Bono and the boys, "One".Next, Inez moved up. Now once I knew he got the attention, I moved even closer to him. He had a bird-like moustache that poked my navel and in turn, turned me on.With all my strength, I was trying not to be teased and lean over him, thinking of Raj because this navel belongs only to him. But then I lost control and I had to submit myself and here I go. I got turned on so much that I held on to his head and pressed his face against my navel with both hands.The passenger next to him was jealous like anything for.