The realization dawned on me that I could leave the child to the church, where he could train to be a great warrior, or paladin or cleric, and not be ...bound to the life of Renley Stormshield, the blacksmith. With a new enthusiasm, I pulled the tongs away from the baby and went down to the kitchen to find a basket. Covering it with a towel, I dropped the ring in the bottom that would hopefully go unseen, and would remain with my child forever. I wanted him to have a piece of me with him;. Four people sat looking at it – three of them wanting to say something but smart enough not to. One person sat looking, wondering what the hell had just happened and not wanting to say anything for fear he might just explode.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Friday 3rd MayThe upshot of that strange four-way non-conversation was that I was sitting on our matrimonial bed watching Jill packing for her farewell mini-vacation with the two men she was about to break it off with.It was only. My heart thudded in my chest being all keyed up as I was, ready for our adventure. I had purposely unfastened the caps to the lube earlier so I would not hear them opening but I heard him by my feet now. 'What was next on the list, I replayed it in my head, one of the anal plugs'. It was slightly cool as it nudged against my opening seeking entrance. Slowly it worked in till I could feel it was all in there as he worked it in and out. Then he started sucking on my clit, licking my juices,. About my mother, her name is Rani and she is 45 years old. She is wheatish in complexion and is a bit of the chubby side just like most of the Indian moms in their 40s. Even though she was a bit fat, I loved her not only as a mother but as a woman too. My mother isn’t quite attractive. She does not have even the minimalist features to turn men’s heads around when she passes by. But still, I love her. My Dad works in an MNC and remains busy almost 365 days and hardly stays at home. Most of the.