Meri bua jab 26 sal ki thi to unki shadi Dhanbad mein ek business man se hui.Bua ki shadi ko teen sal ho chuke the par unko koi bacha nahi hua tha. Me...a chudakar bane ki kahani yehi se suru hoti hai. Meri bua ko bacha naa hone se unke sasural wale bahut sunate the. Meri bua bhi bahut chintit rehati thi.Sabhi log meri bua ki pregnancy ka intazar kar rahe the. Par har sal sab ko nirasha hi milti thi. Unke sasural walo ne bahut doctor ko dikhaya tha par sab thak gaye the koi result nahi aata tha.. I’d heard it so many times, but never got tired of hearing it. Her eyes are wide open and she is writhing under me. I push her back into the bed and thrust harder. I force my way deeper inside her twisting hips, pushing past her conquered gate. “ Oh Jesus!” she squeals as I drove my shaft home. Inch by inch I forced it into her, impaling her on my huge manhood. She struggles and thrashes, as I forced it in. In a couple seconds my cock has completely disappeared between her cool thighs. Even now. Necessity has forced me to. I no longer let hate and rage consume my being. That is futile. Also, it can lead to the most terrible torments. Submission and obedience are now ingrained within me). Oh...oh the sensation is intensifying. I suddenly shudder involuntarily as I bend to refill her glass. A look of gloating satisfaction flickers over her face. Oh, how I hate her (no ... no ... Julia, you mustn’t! Just accept her; accept your fate). Oh, it is going to happen any minute now. I am. My fingers lightly caress your cheek until they touch your lips. My fears are realized when your kiss my fingers when they center your soft lips. You take my index finger into your mouth lovingly, gently sucking on it with your eyes still softly shut. The warm moistness feels like ecstasy on my finger tips, I can feel your love reverberating through my entire body into my heart. I need to say something to you, how I feel, how much I love you, how much I don’t want you to stop… but I enjoy the.