I was so angry on my son and pleaded to them I don’t have money please let my son go. I fell on their feet and was holding their hands. My boobs wer...e completely out I could see both of them taking pleasure on seeing it. The goon then placed his hand on my shoulders and made me stand up and told me that you can take your son back if you pay us. I told but I don’t have money to pay. He replied you have something with what you can repay.I asked what and the goon removed my straps on the shoulder. Are you giving him back to his mommy?” My tears communicated my thoughts. I couldn’t wait for this scene with my own children.“Oh, Nate. I can’t wait to hold our first little one. A few more months, and we need to get to work.”“As much as I like the practice, we’re almost ready for the real thing.”Paul and Melody asked us to be Godparents and we eagerly agreed. The dedication service a month later was a major celebration for both families, and Beth and I had to respond to the same comment it. I licked my panties clean while fingering my wet pussy. I could taste us both, yum!” I quickly replied, “so hot baby!” She shot back, “It’s getting late lover, but can we play again tomorrow?” Without hesitation I said “Yes. I’ll probably be playing this over again all night tonight.” Her retort was short and simple “Mmmmmm!”I didn’t really sleep much that night anxiously awaiting the possibilities of the next day. I was like a man possessed as I replayed the days event over and over in my mind. My mum has busted me a whole bunch of times with my hands down my jammies or humping a pillow in my room. She always had the worst timing and a habit of not knocking. Looking back now I'm pretty sure she knew exactly what I was up to in my room before she walked in; she just got a thrill out of busting and embarrassing me!My dad was much better with knocking, being the only man in a house full of girls, but he knew what me and my sister would get up to when no one was looking. One time I was.