I however, did not realize that I was only going to see him in passing. By Wednesday, worry had begun to set in. Dad had barely even said hello to me ...n all that time. I started to feel that maybe along with being busy, he was trying to avoid me on purpose. Had I done something wrong in that time? Did he regret the other night that we shared with each other? Should I regret it as well? PART TWO : FRIDAY MORNING I woke up earlier than normal on Friday to the smell of bacon. The smell was strong. A pain like a slap, sharp but short. Suddenly the cock was slipping in and out of here smoothly and without resistance. Miho was elated. Miho had done it! Miho was a woman now! As the strokes became quicker and stronger, Miho smiled at the thought that she had borne the pain without the screams her sister had made. Such a trivial little hurt, what was the point of crying over such a little thing? The man continued on. Faster and faster. Miho forgot everything but the hands clutching at her. Yada, yada, yada. Okay, Eddie was alright, he was tall dark and handsome, and though he was my cousin, nobody at school knew that. I’d make up some story about him being my boyfriend from another school or something. This could work.But, I thought late that night, what about my primary focus? Getting my virgin pussy deflowered and planted properly. Well, I’d have to shelve the idea for the moment, but not necessarily take it off the table. Confused by my own mixed furniture metaphors, I. . Tho yeh sunte hi wo mere ghar ko agayi flower bucket ke sath my mom and brother was out of town darwaza knock hua and I opend the door or dekha ki samne khadi hai or maien bola ki tum yahan kaise mere kuch soachne samajh ne se pehele wo andar ake mujhe gale se laga li boli ki I am sorry tumhe hurt karne ke liy mera aisa koi irada nahi tha I love you ..Tho mainey kaha I love you too .. Tho mere pass din bhar rahi aur apne sath kuch fruits bi leke ayi thi and muhe pyar se khilayi and puchne.