He took a couple of puffs and looked at me hard again. I knew instantly that Sathya already knew about the late night caller being his father. I waite...d for him to say something.“Okay…how do you know?”“Sathya…come on! That is not important now. Why your father called my sister?”“Did your sister tell you that? Or did you ask her anything about it?” Asked Sathya.“Of course not…I am not stupid. I found out myself. First I got the number from her mobile…called that number from a phone booth…it was. Byron was almost my height now and he stretched, his shirt riding up to give a slice of hollow stomach. He looked for the clock.This was our nightly ritual. Every now and again we'd leave things too late and while usually I'd be able to control him, sometimes I wouldn't. Hence the newly repaired painting. Byron always feels guilty in the morning when he sees what damage he's caused, not the least the time when I came to wake him with eleven stitches in my face. But it's not his fault.I walked. Her moans got little louder.Ahhh ahh ahh. You are so good, honey. I sensed that she was on the verge of cumming. I increased my speed more and started tongue fucking her. She locked her legs hard around my neck and shuddered badly.She finally came. I drank all her juices and sucked her dry. She immediately pulled me up and we lip locked like crazy. She then slowly whispered in my ear, ” I am dying to have it in me, baby, complete me”. I was so turned on hearing those words.I made her lie in. His mom also smiled and tookthe object and hiding it from him examined it. She also looked at Steveclosely and she nodded as if coming to a decision, she placed theobject in her skirt and stood up and left the room with a gentle laugh.Steve started to get worried what had they found and what were theyplanning. He felt bad about the position he had put them in and hewondered if there was a way he could undo it. With out thinking heheaded for the door and out into the village streets and headed.