U ask us” (i winked her..). She just smiled with shy and taunted me “you are still so naughty...as you was earlier”. I replied “why not... i a...m still that Ravi... who played with u in Puri... you remember...”. She was blushing by remembering this...”now u leave all this... no more such thing... as we are married now.. and quite elder now”. And we talked for more than an hour and remembering all those events. I become too much excited and I feel she was also become a bit tipsy. I decided that i. Galloway about the details surrounding my father’s death. I didn’t believe his story at all until I did a little digging through the back issues of dozens of newspaper articles and read it for myself. I can’t help but think there’s something fishy about the whole thing. Why did my mother leave my father? Where was she going? What or whom was she running from or to? What would drive a woman with a newborn baby daughter to such lengths? Why didn’t she have one scrap of identity on her? Everyone. But I was already on my knees in front of him. I moved my hands to his zipper and he swatted them away. I tried again, this time making sure to rub his hard cock through his pants. This time, he didnt stop me. I undid his pants quickly, and when I pulled down his boxers, his hard cock sprung up at me. I didnt hesitate to take it and put it in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on my fathers cock and I could tell he was trying to act like he didnt like it. So, I brought my other hand up and. “I’m sorry and, and you guys too,” Carina said as she followed suit with a hug.“I’m sorry too. It was mostly them, not me though,” Becky whispered in my ear.It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to see them put the effort in and actually apologize, even Chris with all his skepticism seemed impressed. We walked through to the living room where just like last time, she had a fat ass spread of food laid out on two tables. Everything from candy, cupcakes, chocolate, all kinds of chips, ice.