Perfect opportunity for me to do some snooping around. I threw on a pair of boxers and proceeded to enter her bedroom. I pulled some old boxes out of ...the closest hoping to find some information regarding my father. After a while of searching, I came across a stack of letters, all from some man named Thomas Jackson, the letters were all pleads to my mother regarding seeing me, dated way back to when I was born. Could my mother be the reason my father wasn’t a part of my life? Sure seems that. Heat! Hallelujah! He put me upright up again. I could stand this time."Okay, miss, take off your clothes." What?" Your clothes. Remove them." Why? Are you a doctor or something? Are you going to examine me?" Miss, your clothes are cold and wet. I'm going to get you a sleeping bag. You get in that and sit or lay by the fire and you'll warm up. As a matter of fact, I am a doctor... an intern at a hospital in San Francisco. This is my parent's home. I'm spending the holidays with them. I won't. You let them know that if they mess with you they will have to pay for the privilege with pain. The easiest way to put a stop to it Frankie is to let them know that you will not settle for letting them use you as a punching bag. It doesn't matter if you win or lose baby; what matters most is that you fight back."You do not give anyone a free ride."The bullies will see that and they will leave you alone. Most will anyway although there will always be one or two stupid ones who are too dumb to. He knows what I like."Well that was nice." I say trying in some way to find my composure."Sure was," smiles Varun. "But you have to go, you know how it is." I say still drenched in sweat and cum."Yes I know," says Varun as he slips his jeans on."I might call you soon... if you're a good young man that's is." I say enjoying every bit of my sluttish moment.Rima was completely drenched – in an office running 22 degrees on AC – she was wet between her legs in both the holes and the crevice between.