I slip from the bed carefully, the tiles feel cool against my bare feet. I throw on his old t-shirt, it smells of him; manly and musky. There are hole... where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on, he likes his strong and black.As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are,. Hum rojana ek sath ,, smoking karte thee .. Me akela rahta thaa … Vo apni mom ke sath rahta tha mom kaa name sunita he …. Me uski mom ko bahot pasand karta tha but kabhi bollaa nahiii use … Fir ek din mere bhabhi ka call aya unki age 26-27 hogi uska name rashmi thaa bhai kyaa garam maal thiii yaar supper .. Usne bola ki uske bank ka tranfer mumbai ho gaye hee … So she will come to live with me vo widow thi … Mere chaha ka beta sumit uska pati tha uski death ho gayi army me … Shaadi ke 1 mount. "Don't you understand? I own you. I'm going to do you just like I did your girlfriend and you're going to love it." No," she whispered."There's not a goddamned thing you can do about it," he said.She stared into his lust bloated face and she realized what he said was true. There was nothing she could do about it. He was physically stronger and much tougher. He would take her apart if she made a mistake."I don't want you to hurt me," she said."I'm not going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm. Again, wanking my wet dick as she got into position, I looked down at her ass hole. It looked far to tiny for anything, but it was as cute as a button! Her fingers reached underneath her body and pulled my cock into her pussy. She felt even tighter in the position and she let out a low “ooohh” as it went in. About a minuet of sliding in and out and I had to go down on her again, this time making sure to push my nose into her arsehole. More fucking led to her turning over onto her back again and.