He smiled at me again and again any resistance I had melted away. He took me by the hand and led me to the front door, going slowly so I could get use... to the constant throbbing of my confined clitty. Thankfully by the time we got to the door I was getting more and more used to it and able to compose myself. I resumed swaying my hips on the way out the door and to his car, opening my door and ushering me in. We drove the 30 minutes and stopped in front of the local mall. My nerves were starting. We had dated for over 2 years when she had moved across the country to take care of her sick mother. I was in college at the time working on my major in accounting and could not go with her. I did make it for the funeral. I stayed for a week and we tried to be lovers but the sex just felt wrong. I came back home and she had stayed in the house her mother had left her. Over the years we drifted apart and finally stopped talking all together. That was 5 years ago and she has not changed a bit.. Not only did I feel like I would drown as the water ran down my back and over my face, I swore as I cut myself, not once but twice. I ended up turning off the shower, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and shaving with just the bathtub running. Putting generous amounts of baby oil on my legs to prevent razor burn, I gingerly stood up.I stepped out of the shower, carefully, and dried off. I wrapped the towel around myself securely, and hobbled into my room to consider what to wear. The cool air. Aunty uncle dono sath main baithey hue they, simran bhi plate laga ke uncle ke bagal main baith gai this. Ab hum sab aram se khana kha rahey they tabhi mom ko washroom jana tha, unko zor se pee lagi hui thi. Mom parshan si ho gai aur turant ridhima ko boli ki riddhi main kya karu mujhey zoro se pee karna hai, ridhima ek pal ke lia to blank ho gai thi fir usko ek mast idea aaya, usney mom ke kaan main kuch bola aur mom shanti se maan gai. Dekhtey hi dekhtey badi chalaki se ridhima ne apni tight.