My English is not too good that’s why I write story in Urdu. Mari shadi ko 8yrs hogai thii lakin humara koi child nahi thaaHum na bhut doctors ko ch...ack kar waya or woo sab dr ya hei khata tha ka sab kuch normal na means hum dono main koi problem nahi ha lakin us ka bawajood mara hubby muja pregnent nahi kar paa raha thaa, main family waloon ka tana sun sun kar tang ay chuki thee or hubby bhi divorce daynaa ka lia tayr thaa,or khata ka ager child na huwa too main tum ko choor doon ga main bhut. ’ I countered. Jeez, I needed coffee. Nikki snickered, ‘She’s a whore. Did you look at her neckline today? Jeesh. It was like, in your face. And the way she was trying to get his attention, I don’t know whom I feel more sorry for, Brandon Chase or her. That girl needs therapy.’ I laughed out loud. Nikki was entertaining when bitching about someone. ‘Let’s grab some coffee before we head home.’ I muttered uselessly, since that was what we always did. Caffeine is like magic elixir. It revives. The pleasure built and built into me. I groaned as he buried hard into me.I came.My pussy convulsed around Daddy's cock, celebrating our union.My cunt spasmed around his dick. This amazing rapture surged through me. My hips undulated, stirring around his cock as my flesh convulsed. Pleasure drowned my mind. Stars burst across my vision as I clung to him.“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned. “Please, please! I need you!”“Michelle!” he groaned, thrusting harder and faster. He rammed his cock into my. I need him, I want him. I want him to say that he forgives me for being bad, that he forgives me for punching that bitch. I'm not saying I was right to punch someone. But I wasn't wrong either. Probably somewhere in between. That's what I think. And I want him to be on my side. "You've been suspended for three days. Today is Friday," Gabe says. I nod weakly, wondering what he's getting at. An evil smile spreads across his face. Instantly hope and dread fill me. Hope because he always gets that.