I'm moving in with him and I'll need a new physician before that, because I fully intend to sleep with him," Charlotte told her son bluntly."Sleep wit... whom?" another male voice added itself to the mix ... Gunnar Lindberg, Abel's father."Christina, this is Gunnar Christian Lindberg, my Dad," Abel announced."Not anymore, I'm not. I've figured out enough to know that you're no son of mine. I wonder if you're even of my seed. That tramp of a mother of yours has obviously been unfaithful to me,". He is another programmer here, and his specialty is actually web design. That may not seem like much, but he is absolutely the fastest in the game I’ve ever seen, and we have yet to find a mistake or flaw in any of his designed sites. He is more in the front of our in-house businesses. I mean, look at this pale face. He just oozes programmer who doesn’t ever see the sun.”Uncle Justin pushed the brim of Brett’s Texas Rangers baseball cap down to his nose like a brother annoying his younger. Asparkly pinafore, tied in back with a big fluffy bow finished theoutfit, or so I thought. Mommy brought out my mittens again, and with arequest to "hold my widdle hands out, with my widdle fingers tighttogether, she slid them on, and this time, ran two more of the littlebrass locks through a couple of eyelets in the wrists, before tying theribbons. A big brimmed pink satin bonnet was tied onto my head, and mymouth was once again filled with a pair of used panties and mypacifier, tied tightly. "Carly... what are you doing?"And her voice is small, and hesitant. "I- I don't know."I can feel her breath trembling on my cheek, sense her lips so close to me, and I can't fight it. And I know I shouldn't, because this is only going to fuck me up more in the morning. But I can't stop myself, and I put a finger to her chin, tilting her head up and bringing my lips to her, brushing them so lightly, so gently it's like a question. And she answers, her mouth moving hotly on me, deepening the kiss.