Mom: Oh, my baby. I didn’t want to spoil your birthday by making you cry. I am so sorry, baccha. And why are you crying? Come to Mamma, my dear bacc...ha. (and she spread her hand apart, inviting me to hug her)Me: Please, don’t say sorry. I need to say that.Mom: Sorry for what, my dear?There was no anger in her tone. There was only love and caring as usual. So I just went near her and hugged her. Now my head was on her bare boobs.Me: Sorry for everything.Mom: Apologies accepted for watching your. It could work, though, I thought. She could have all the freedom she needed as long as she would keep coming home to me. I decided I was going to keep thinking seriously about that possibility.BrieI finished in the kitchen and when I went back to the living room Steve was still on the sofa.“Hi, what are you up too?” I asked while standing in front of him.“Thinking about you.”“Aha, and what were you thinking?”“Well, actually I was thinking about adopting you.”I laughed and straddled him. “Why. He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and I grabbed her legs. Needless to say she started to scream and kick so we all had to hold her down and Steve gagged her mouth with some pants whilst Peter and I struggled to get her knickers off her. It was a struggle but after a minuter or so we managed and finally Peter and I pulled her legs open and there it was, A sweet cunt, my first and most beautiful. It had a fine furry down covering most of it but you could see her sweet pink lips and they. "He let them in. "I don't know what I'm going to give you to eat." We had a huge lunch so have you got any eggs?" Yes." Scrambled eggs on toast then. Any way, it's too early for that so are you going to offer me a drink?" More gin?" Yes please but a bit less lethal than Grandad's."Andrew chuckled. "Easily done."He poured their drinks and they took them into the living room where they sat together on the sofa."Background music or listen to music?" Background?" Whichever you prefer." He put on.