I hatedmyself for what I'd done, but I just didn't feel like I could show weakness or remorse or take the blame. Insecurity again, I suppose.Instead, ... blustered and sputtered and turned it back on her. "Yeah,well I wish I hadn't done that, but you've gotten so fat and boring -I'm ashamed to even be seen with you these days. A guy's gotta do whathe can. It's up to you to keep my interest, babe, and you've beenslipping."It was vicious - and it wasn't what I felt - I was parroting the kindsof. Maine soocha kiyooo naa chachi ke kamre mai jaakar chup jau jab chachi din mai kaam karke aaege to us kooo soota hua dekh kar muth marunga aur mai jakar chachi ke kamre ke khidke ke peeche chup gaya parde bohoot lambe the isss liye mai aasane seee chup saka pir uss keee baad chachi aaye aur unhone jhat se darwaja band kiya aur aapne saadi aurtari aur bistar par let gae mai tooo unko dekhta hee rah gaya unkaa blouse puraa gilaa tha unkiii braaa saaf dekh rahe the. aur mai yeh saab dekh kar muth. Wade read: Harry D., a 25 year old white guy, blond hair, blue eyes, 5' 7" tall, 145 lbs., married, 2 kids, wanted to be in a "prison" setting with five or six big and rough black dudes. They were all to be well endowed, with no one having smaller than eight inches.It was to be his first night on the "cellblock" and the black guys were to immediately size him up as a piece of new jailhouse meat. They were to "punk" him and "turn him out." Make him their "male prison slut" for at least four. His slender shoulders heaves in time to his soft sobs as his mom gingerly takes him into a comforting embrace. "There, there honey, everything happens for a reason. Just be brave and you'll come through this with flying colors," she whispers soothingly into Tommy's ear as she hugs him close. She's reminded of Tommy's new state of being as her breasts brush against Tommy's voluptuous mammaries. She pats her son, now daughter softly on the back. "Err ... Tommy ..." She starts as she lets go.