It’s broken open inside me. I need to get it sowed shut.” Ean chuckled very softly.“It’s ok. I’m just bigger than your hairbrush, that’s a...l.”“I don’t understand,” I cried. I wanted him to tell me what was happening. He was so calm. I was going insane with my explanations on what was happening. He was older than me, lots smarter.“You’re hymen; it’s a ring of skin inside you. You must have just broke or sliced a little tear in it before. Now, well, now you ripped the whole thing apart. You’re. Michelle knew that those terrible mother-daughter battle royals were going to become an everyday event again and insisted that my daughter not be allowed back. Although this is only taking a few lines here, our internal war lasted a couple of hours, with my wife finally saying that she would not live under the same roof as my daughter. By then I had a few beers under my belt, and was feeling adamant about the whole thing.Michelle could see that at that point it was no use fighting with me and. It did not take time as we felt some connection instantly and hit it off from the word go…the similarities in our lives was so so similar that it felt spooky. She trusted me and I too did the sameShanaya is what I call her and she too loves this name as she feels that this name is sexy..a young woman fresh with her puberty fair,long hair, tall with a body size of 34B-28-34. OH I so very love the way she speaks…She is simply amazing… As we progressed with our chat it carried onto weeks and. Books, magazines, and my laptop, on the rare occasion that I remember to bring it, have gotten quite boring on a weekly basis. I also moved a ways away from the laundry mat that I frequent, so going back to the apartment while I am doing laundry is also out of the question now days. So what's a man to do?I mean, not to be sexist, but aren't women supposed to do this for us? Cook and clean and do out laundry? I loathe certain chores, and laundry is one of them. I will mow the grass, fix broken.