Thwack a shot across her breast, above the nipple, a red line appearing on the milky skin, A change of target, and Smack the leather biting into the ...fleshy belly stinging and marking as it went, another before the pain reached her brain , across the other breast, thick and fast now, cuts across the tender breasts, her belly and her soft cunt-meat, her voice becoming horse with screaming , head thrown back her bladder loosening with the pain her water flowing to the lino in a torrent, almost. Both were simple not so beautiful. . Like average girls around of age 20-22 years. . One is Aman and another one is Raman (name changed for their secrecy) I started the simple basics of computer. . 5-6 days everything was going normal. . i forgot to tell that when their father came first day I gave him my visiting card. . After a week Raman rang me on my mobile that and said “sir, Aman want to be your friend”. . I told come at morning we will talk. . Next day when they came. . I asked from Aman. ......Dale, 22, never met Jack, 56. But, That didn't matter...."Hi, daddy..." Dale grinned."Hi, son...." Jack smiled. They hugged. A lttle too long... a little too tightly.... then they kissed... opened mouths, tongues probing, hands caressing..."May I touch you, honey?" Jack moaned, his fingers cupping Dale's genitals."Ouuuu please do, daddy..." Dale sighed, spreading his legs for him, watching as Jack's fingers crept up his trembling thighs, unzipping his pants, only to find him in lacy,. "What about your son? Are you going to take him with you?" There isn't room for him in the truck. He'll stay with Mom." That's asking a lot of Mom, Heather. How can she take care of K.O. and go to work?"Heather looked at our mother, and then at me. "She doesn't work at the hospital any more. Didn't you know?"I didn't know, and I felt ashamed for not keeping in better touch with my mother and sister. How could she go away and leave her son with someone that didn't feel up to taking care of the.