”“Have you been speaking to Mom about me?”“No, I haven’t.”“Then how do you know all this stuff about me after just a few days?”“Firs... of all, I’ve lived it before. Life is short and hard enough without fighting against it. And second, in the first ten years of your life, I didn’t help to raise you that way. The Brad I knew before had fun playing hockey, had fun living life. Now pass me a few pucks,” Dan said, poised to take a shot.Brad passed a puck to Dan, and he fired a hard slap shot into. The cum was mixing with the melting water and flowing from her asshole. She was still handcuffed but I uncovered her eyes. She smiled and said she never thought someone could ever treat her like this and that too someone who she always thought was a small kid.Me: Did you like it?Aunty: Hmm.Me: Did you like it or not?Aunty: I liked it a lot. More than the things you did to me, it was the feeling of being at your mercy, being totally helpless and having absolutely no control over my own body.Me:. The days dragged by, and slowly I came back to the land of the living. I had a twelve-year-old son and a daughter of only ten, so falling into a morass of self-pity was not an option. I had some help from Vicky’s sister Madeleine, who was with us at the end and stayed for another two weeks. After that my mother did her best, but mum was torn between me and dad, who was himself not well. No matter how long you live with someone, there are always some surprises when they die. Mine came in the. She said no, i can’t do that. I asked her please and at last she said ok. She said me to stand out of the house. And i went out. After 5 mins, she called me back, i asked is it over? She said, she cannot do it all alone like, holding baby in one hand is really tough and it is getting spilled all over her body. We had no choice. Even she knew it.I told her to remove her tops and handed her one dhothi to cover. First she neglected, den she did. Bow she is only wearing the bra and dhoti above. She.