‘I hafta go cook, so I’ll check on ya’ll after dinner. It’s at seven.’ She pulls her head and closes the door behind her, and I can hear her...amble up the hallway to the stairs. Now I can see myself in the mirror. I look away. The roots of anorexia mean ‘without appetite,’ or ‘without hunger.’ Whoever named the disorder was misguided. It’s not about body image, it’s about control. The sight of my own body disgusts me. I’m not short, but I have the body of a child again. I feel like a child. But. .Aaram se chusao mere raja…Aaahh…Oooohhhh yaaar… Aaahhhh.. Bahut maza aa raha hai… Chut bhi mast ho gai…Aaahh pahle khoob chuma chati karo… Fir chut marwaungi main…Aaahhh…Raj-aaahh.. Tere boob mast hai yaar..Chuste chuste bahut maza dete hain….Aaah.. Nipple bhi khoob mast hai…Uuuunnnhhh hhhaaaa… Aaaahh.. Uuunnhhh….Meri randi… Aaahhh..Maine uske ek boob ko kha raha tha.Uska boob pura munh khol kr kha raha tha.Uski nipple mere munh mein ja rahi thi.Main baar baar uper niche charon taraf se boob. I wanted my Mother, I wanted to pee. I began crying and got out of bed, wandering down the dark corridor and then along the balcony that looked down into the living room, Mummy! Mummy! But my voice was smothered by the storm and the howling wind. Then a flash lit up everything like bright day and I saw them below for an instant, both pale and raw-looking. I went very close to the window of their room, and then saw my father was doing something terrible to my mother, humping and jerking on top. I scooted out of her reach on one side and rolled her over onto her stomach. I then grabbed her near hand and again denied her usage of it as she tried to reach my cock. From this vantage point, I could kiss the back of her neck and on down her spine and even lower to that inviting ass. No spot within my reach went unkissed or unlicked. Her squirming body was all the encouragement I needed to continue my teasing. Remembering the body massage oil purchased yesterday, I suggested a nice back rub.