The only memory that managed to cling to me as the rest was being washed away in the tide of nothingness was just a single quote. The words held no si...nificance to me, as they existed without context in my mind. I knew not who spoke them, nor do I know to whom they were spoken. The voice that said them, however, stirred something in me. It brought a warmth to my body that I could scarcely describe.When the warmth faded, I was reminded of my surroundings. I became increasingly aware that. Within one year we got married. After one year I gave birth to a boy viz. Raju. I am very sorry to say that he is not 100% normal, i.e. Bit mentally retarded. Arunachal’s cold climate did not suit me in the beginning. I used to fall ill regularly and had to take strong antibiotics during my pregnancy. That may the cause of his present state. But after that my health improved and after one year gap I gave birth to two healthy girls Mimu and Tunu. Now we are well off. All my children were very. And, he also enjoyed finding out that I had lots of lesbian friends but that I, of course, wasn't at all interested in my female lesbian acquaintances and they weren't one bit interested in me either.Before my dad and I got home from the ballgame, I think he'd pretty well accepted my gayness and I felt much better about having come out and told my father about my secret personal life. He and I stopped by a McDonald's for supper and then when we got home, we both got a beer and sat back to talk. My little penis showered both Tyrone and me in amusk scented rain. I couldn't stop squealing, screaming out Tyrone's nameand my demand that he fuck me harder. Tyrone was compelled to sate mydesire. He was panting as he upped his thrusting cadence another notch,if that was possible. My quim tightened around his cock as my orgasmcontinued racking my body. Tyrone was grunting like some exotic b**st ashe levered into my open rosebud. The once tiny opening milked his prick,massaging the ebony length.