When my son was six years old, I had already finished my university studies and got a job in a government company, in this work it could take a lot of... time for personal matters. So I could accompany my son to school in the mornings and pick him up In the afternoons and go home, so the years passed. What I want to tell happened when my son turned 17, my son already at that age was taller than me, perhaps because of his father my ex - husband a little more than 1.80 MT. Since for a year Mario had. She had been my baby sitter for as long as I can remember, and meant more to me than my mother. Aunt Liz loved me and would take the time to play games with me, snakes and ladders, cribbage and even monopoly. She also baked lots of cakes and pies for me, I should say ‘us’ but she always made me feel she made them for me. By the time I left primary school to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her. He gently sucked and nipped, he nipped and kissed as he moved his way down the side of her breast to her valley and up the other breast and both moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth. Jake felt her legs moving now and knew she was close. He gripped her thigh keeping it against his waist, he put pressure on her other thigh with his arm, making his hand free to do whatever he pleased. He circled the entrance to her pussy, making her whimper as he sucked on her nipple. He eased his finger. The very girl who is keeping me alive. I’m sorry for not being there for you.” Both sisters looked at each other, crying loudly.“If there is a time for a hug, I think this is it,” said Dhondu, interrupting them. They both got up and hugged each other and started crying.“I’m sorry, didi,” cried Anulekha, “I didn’t understand the sacrifices made for me. Please forgive me.”“It’s ok, dear,” replied Anupriya.Dhondu came forward and hugged both of them. “I guess you forgot the person who helped you.