Jalgaon mai rehta hu. Mai mere sath ghati hui sachchi kahani share karna chahta hu. Mai tab degree ke second year ko tha. Aur mai mobile me sex clips ...ekhne laga tha. Par mai sirf dekhke se hi khush nahi hota tha. Muze woh chij practically karni thi. Isliye maine mere dosto se baat ki. Mere sabhi dosto ne sex kiya hua tha. Bas me hi virgin tha. Par unhone muze ek rasta bataya. Ki mere ghar ke paas rahnewali sarita aunty ke sath kuch karna chahiye. Unke husband ki death ho chuki thi. Unhe ek. I winked! What the hell??Anyways, that was last night. I spent the entire day thinking about my dad’s dick.Holy shit! Why am I thinking about him??I wasn’t about to tell anyone about this. That would be crazy awkward and weird. Besides, who wants to hear about that? (Besides you pervs)We didn’t say anything after school and work. Everything was back to normal and he obviously had gotten over it. After going to bed, I couldn’t get his dick out of my head. I realized I was super wet and turned on. There were few others there to join me and fewer still who could bear to be near me, when I so ached in raw misery. I felt truly torn from my precious garden, truly plucked out of my life. I was lost for a good many days. Too many for me to count, that all seemed to blur that I was once suddenly surprised by the grey I was beginning to sprout. By now, my pain was still acute, but I lived with it more comfortably, as much as I lived with his memory. I’ve tried to do my best to spread his. What was only moments ago thrilling became horrifying, my husband having ventured well beyond my previous limits of pain. I now understood that his preemptive gagging was no accident; for some reason, John's intentions were far from pure, and he fully intended to hurt me more than I would ever consent to. For the first time ever, I hated my husband. Finally, I broke down, thrashing with all my might, trying to kick John with my tiny feet. Tears streamed down my face. The most horrible.