Humans were the first of the races I placed upon this world and for that reason alone I have loved them with the boundless adoration of which I am cap...able. But their vast ability to create and explore their creations endeared your race to me even more. It is with a parent's sorrow that I watch my children kill themselves." But can you not save them from themselves, Master?" the monk begged even as he fell to his knees and bowed his head to his Creator. "Show them the course they have put. All I told her was....When in Rome etc.Later on when we were on the beech, she asked to rub some sun tan lotion on her back. Since she was laying on her stomach, she undid the strings to the top of her bikini. I told her to let me know when she was going to flip over, so I could find someone to rub lotion on her "front". Again she just laughed.The next day I told her that as far as I was concerned, she should just leave her top in the room. Really she asked me. Why not, I said, actually. But that was years ago, he hadn't done it for awhile, and now, at age 49, I missed those nights of cuddling innocence.At first, I heard him softly whisper "Mom," in the flash and growl of the storm, but chose to ignore it, thinking it was a dream. But it wasn't, and when I felt the covers slip off and Bobby climb beneath, I was about to roll over to face and comfort him when he uttered, "Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom...."It wasn't said in innocence, but in wanting, a lusty growl to his tone. I had been. I turned to look over my shoulder to see who was petting me. A younger guy maybe mid 20’s I’ll call Jose, he leaned over my shoulder to watch the action with me, and whispered in my ear “I like your ass”. As I was stroking my cock, Jose started to run his hand down my back and into my jeans. He was caressing my ass, and ever so slightly touching my brown eye. I was really working my swollen cock now, from the feel of another person petting me and the HOT action in front of me. The older.