. we can't..." He shook me again, and my sentence trailed off.Emotions flickered across his face - fear, longing, anger, amazement. It settled on one ...that could only be described as 'in love': a goofy smile, eyes too bright, skin practically glowing. I gasped as he pulled me closer, seeing the intent in his eyes, and started mouthing the word 'no'. My mouth was dry, my tongue felt sluggish, and I couldn't get the word out, couldn't even shake my head. Agonisingly slowly, he tilted his head. Then the song changed, softly sliding into hope as Jordan returned to his chair and looked directly at Joseph. He returned to the lyrics at the beginning of the song, except the tense wasn't past, but future, and he was singing instead of talking with a rough French chanteuse style reminiscent of Piaf or Marlene Dietrich. Jordan would move his gaze away from Joseph, including the rest of the audience, but like a magnetic force, it would inevitably return. The smile he sent Joseph was. My wife was complaining, naked on top of me.“Will you be there, Arun? When you arrange for me and Reddy to meet?” Kavita asked as she placed my hands on her 34 B-sized boobs. I could feel her hard nipples pointing out. I looked at her pussy. It was already dripping as we talked about the meeting of Reddy and my wife.“I will be there in the room. I want to see you with him,” I said.“Oh, Arun, I love you soo much,” Kavita said and slid my shorts and underwear down my knees in one go.My hard 5. As if on cue, the two youngest, Dylan and Reggie, came rushing out of the back rooms the boys shared.Reggie, who was ten, came bounding over, all smiles as usual, and wanting a hug. Reggie had his mother's big dark eyes and her ears, and her lightly tanned skin. He was a hugger like his mother, too. Of my five stepsons (stepsons to be, technically, but it was all but official), he and I were probably the closest."Welcome home, Evan," Reggie said as I gave him the hug he wanted.I patted his back.