So I treated everyone the same way. Like shit. I had a few good friends who were more or less willing to put up me. Because I blamed my parents for my...being different, they got the brunt of my anger. This was no spur of the moment action they had taken. I was now sure I had screwed up royally. For years I had made it me first. Now it looked like me last, or maybe not at all. I felt Mom remove the handcuffs, freeing my arms. She came to me, and gave me a hug. She was crying too. I wrapped my. His skunk piss flew all over my wife’s face and the kitchen table.I looked around and saw my wife’s recipe tin. This was a file box where she kept her recipes on these little index cards. My wife is a terrific cook. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I should have been pissed to shit. I just wasn’t in that mode yet. I found her little file box, opened it, got out an unused index card and scraped some of Tim’s spunk off the table.Rebecca had stopped laughing and giggling, but she still. All the while we kept kissing. I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex."No. It's you. I mean, sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while married. I won't lie. I'm not sure if you know that. But seriously, you just do it differently. You get me going in a way I've never gotten worked. Par dheere dheere andar daalthe jaa raha tha, almost 4inch gaya huwa tha tab chachi ne kaha thoda bahar nikaalo dard ho raha hai ,,maine aise bina ghussaye ruk gaya,kuch 2minutes ke baad dheere dheere front back jatke dhena shuru kar dhiya maine aur chachi bhi maje se chudwa rahi thi, chachi bol rahi thi ki betaaaaaa aaaaaa hmmmmmmm please zor se chodho mujhe, hmmmmm tere chacha aane tak mujhse ruka na jaayega ,,satisfy kar mujhe,,,aaaaaaaahahhhhhaaaaa…Main bhina ruke e chode jaa raha tha apni.