The chill air makes me shiver under the bathrobe and the friction of the terry cloth makes my nipples stand out, as if I was excited. I walk on the gr...ass towards the pit. The moonlight bathes the backyard in its blue light. The oiled spit gleams on its iron supports over the charcoal filled pit. Dad set it up yesterday, the kindling, covered by the charcoal, and the four long wicks of rolled cotton that sink to the bottom of the pit, to light it. In between the regular charcoal he mixed self. The driver switch off all lights in the bus after some time and I observed she came nearer to me, now her hips are touching my front almost all of her back was touching my front. This causes increaseing of my penis size and it became hard, I think this was the green signal from her, but I don’t have courage to proceed further and but I am not controlling my feelings, so slowly I placed my hand on her shoulders at ones and take back. She was not scolding that time so I again gathered my courage. Their relationship grew closer over the years to the point where they were making love with each other in the absence of any significant women in their lives.Timmy sat on the bed legs folded beneath him in the classic little girl pose eyeing me as Jess continued with the story.I just sat trying hard to cover my erection my mind repeating phrases like... “fuck he is so lucky” and “please if there is a god...”Jes continued... “I couldn’t deny Timmy anything, he just made my life complete so when. "O.K., I guess," he replied."Good. Not a lot of information, but I assume you'd let me know if anything major happened, right?" Sure." Glad to hear that, Kev. Listen, Kiddo. I think we need to talk about some things." Doesn't that always mean that there's something we need to talk about that I'm not going to like?" Kevin asked. "That's the way it is when Mom or Dad say that." You're funny, Kid. Yes, sometimes it means that ... you're right. But it doesn't have to." What does it mean this time?".