Humanitarian

Chapter 4



February 1, 1997,



My baby brother Prince is due any araw now and the anticipation is driving dad crazy! He’s still shopping for some madami supplies because he’s been so busy performing shows; he has not had time to. I don’t think he means to forget about me but, lately he does. Sometimes it’s good for me though, because I’m becoming madami independent! Plus Grace gives me a lot of attention when dad is busy working or preparing for the baby to come.



It was a half an oras before my bedtime and dad was just getting back to our hotel room after his concert. He came into my bedroom...

ibingiay the kamakailan turn of events pertaining to the Jackson kids and their inheritance, it 's as though some of their relatives aren't too thrilled with the idea of being disinherited sa pamamagitan ng Michael, so they decide they're going to get their attorney in order to tanong to the validity of his will, which was drawn up seven prior to his pass in 2009. I can understand members of his family are upset, but do they take out on mother, Katherine and his three children? It was not to long nakaraan due to their constant interference on on how their raised, Mrs. Jackson was ordered sa pamamagitan ng the judge to share custody...

When Alicia and Michael they both stood up from their chairs. "How is she and baby doing?" Michael asked. "Mr. Jackson both your wife and son are fine, you son is in NICU and im afraid to say hes going to be there for awhile his lungs are very under developed, you'll be able to see him and your wife soon, ill let you know when you will be able to see them." the doctor explained. Relief flooded michael, "Thank you so much doctor." Michael sinabi as he unexpectly hugged the doctor. "Your welcome Mr.Jackson." the doctor sinabi as he turned and walked away.

About an oras and a half the doctor returned...

The rain seemed to intensify with their pag-ibig making, almost encouraging them or even daring them. Another blast of lightning bathed them momentarily and the thunder made itself known - almost as loud as Michael. He rode Mark furiously as he wailed to the ceiling of his ranch bedroom. He pawed up his neck and nipples and tossed his messy dark hair. Fresh sweat dripped from his relaxed locks and forhead and fell to Mark's chest like little raindrops.

Mark tried to concentrate and held onto Michael's small hips encouragingly. He thrust up into his tight wet pag-ibig hole so hard that Michael would...

Michael felt so ligtas and secure in the darkness that surrounded him. Even with his smooth karamelo skin completly exposed he felt comfort. He did not open his eyes. His breath was slow and concentrated and his senses high; he didn't need to see. He only needed to feel. His puso began to race with the passing seconds.

Michael ran a hand over his curvy thigh and another through his loose, dark curls. His lover's mouth massaged his most aching part as he began to moan in ecstasy. The pressure was building in him so rapidly that he knew he would soon succumb, but to what, he was unsure. He only...