I was so happy and quickly changed to cotton saree and just packed few cloths for my short stay. My house is one hour bus journey from my husband hous.... While leaving I caught her hand and said thank you. She said no worries dear. I will handle myself .I left home around 9 clock in the morning , came to bus stand and waited for the bus but unfortunately no buses came so one old fellow came and asked me “ are you going somewhere? “ I said “yes”. He said mole today there is sudden strike has been. Mine was not the cock she gave in to. I found her fucking another man!I should have killed them both! I should have beaten the shit out of both the bastard and the bitch! Yet, I didn’t do either. Instead, I fled to my boyhood woodlands home.Peaceful contentment was now my sole companion. I never wanted to see another female being in my lifetime! Hell, the back-stabbing bitches could all burn in the fires of Hades as far as I was concerned!Months passed and I found comfort in a lonely hermit’s. I begged him to fuck me when I was twelve right after I started my periods and told him that I wanted to be a whore like momma is. That's when momma said that she was proud that her little girl wanted to follow in her footsteps as a whore, but that it wasn't an easy profession and if I wanted to be a whore that there was a lot I had to learn in order to be a really successful whore and not an average whore like momma turned out to be."Momma said that she had been whoring ever since she was 13. I looked down; my cock going in and out of her tight pussy, her ass in my hands, her smooth back now showing with a light sheen of sweat.Her head hanging low, in front of her was my girlfriend getting fucked in doggy, her favourite position by a married man who was twice her age. It was a real erotic scene which I knew then that I will never forget it in my life. Ravi increased his pace as I told Priyanka to kiss the married slut. Sakshi looked back at me at my comment to say something but I.