So Mom doesn’t hear. I rub myself there all the time and pretend it’s you. It’s Daddy I’m calling out every time I come. I sometimes think it... will always be Daddy. Do you remember when I was sixteen and we went to the Grand Canyon and you got me a motel room next to yours? I could hear you through the thin wall, Daddy, fucking Mom. I was so jealous. And then later, when you knocked on my door to say goodnight, do you remember how I sat up in bed and my right breast was exposed? I pretended I. I stayed in her bed and started playing with Simran (her son).After sometime she opened the bathroom door and to my amazement she was standing there in only her pink bra and black panties. I almost froze there. She quickly went back in and came back after wearing her last night’s nighty. She didn’t say anything to me coz she thought it was a coincidence. I had my break fast and left for tuition. To make the rest part short…During the day her white thighs and white stomach kept coming in front. ‘That was pretty amazing.’ People have a natural psychological affinity for their family. Even when their parents do a horrible job raising them, when they subject them to various kinds of abuse and neglect, children retain a strong bond of love for their parents whether they get along or not. I suppose that was the situation between my mother and me. But I loved her nowhere near as much as I loved Sunny. Sunny had wonderful judgment, but was not judgmental. She gave great advice, but was not. When I stood up pretended to stumble and bumped into him. I could feel a slight bulge in his pants when I bumped him. I said excuse me and he he responded how I hoped with it was fine. We got my luggage all the way in and I shut the door as he stepped towards me and I took a huge risk and placed my hand on his cock and just looked him trying to read his face. His eyes closed for a second and he let out a slight moan and said he hadn’t been with anyone since he came to Hong Kong. I told him that.