She threw her head back and moaned 'I'm too fucked to move...You come here'. Despite every fibre of my being wanting to move and climb on top of her m... brain advised me that it can either get my legs working or my cock but not both. I replied with a pitiful 'I can't move'. She laughed 'Well we are not having sex then'.I pointed to the bulge in my trousers and said 'What am I going to do about this?!' She laughed again and told me to have a wank. Then to tease me further she continued 'Take. ’ ‘That one is easy. That was Ike Johnson. He got that moniker ’cause his head looks like Eisenhower’s does, pretty thin up there! He’s a great guy. If he can help in any way, it’ll make him happy.’ ‘Okay, Ike it is. Could you get hold of my wife and tell her what’s happened? She probably won’t want to see me but I need to see the kids. I feel terrible about what I’ve done to my family. I wrote her address on a piece of paper on the nightstand. I don’t know if she has a phone.’ ‘Sure, Crane.. Jese hi vo dosre bed room mein aunty aunty krti hui gai meine drwaja bnd krdia aur uske pas agya vo akdm se kampne lagi aur khti aunty khan hain meine kha koi nai hai tu aur mein ab aja,,,khti nai jane do mein janta tha vo thoda hichkicha rhi hai…meine ose kaske baho mein bhra to thoda prtirodh dikhane kebad hlki si pd gai aur meri baho mein jhol gai mein ose uthake bed pe leaya aur rajai mein le lia,aur uspuar late gya ak to srdi uper se rajai mein ate hiUske garm jism ke sath apna grm jism. I had taken the long way home and let my brother’s words replay in my mind in as the trees and houses passed by. My mind was whirling and my heart was pounding as millions of questions rolled in my head. Kenneth’s question if I was sure I wanted to know was echoing in my ears. Yes, I had wanted to know, but now that I knew, I could not believe it.“You recall how mom was a bit of a ‘free spirit’, a typical c***d of the sixties?” my brother began his story.“A hippie?”“If you want to call her.