I watched my dad just shake his head as my mom walked out the door on her way to work. I felt sorry for him as he was always really trying to love her... I know my mom had really changed from when they had met. She looked like I did back then but now she had left herself go. To be truthful I did not know why my dad even wanted to have sex with her but I suppose it was that he still loved her. I went into my room and I closed the door. I sat on my bed wondering just how sex with him again was. Now, let me come to the incident which I am here to tell you. I’m 25 now, and just the previous week, I happened to meet Somali. It was after a couple of years, and I didn’t know how to react, when she just gave me a little hug, but a warm one, and we were very comfortable with each other. I felt good. She didn’t change a lot, very fair complexion, but I couldn’t help notice that she had a good figure, a little on the chubby side. Then we exchanged our phone numbers, and bid goodbye to each. I tried to forget that molester was Ben.I increased the stimulation my inserting 2 fingers inside my slit as I neared my orgasm. At last , an orgasm . But it sunk before I could even realize it.Still , it is not enough. I need more than this .... I can't take this anymore. I must do something about this. But how ? I had seen in one of the comics , where the girl goes outside naked at night. But no , that would be too risky. It was getting too late.Next day , I was called at my aunts for brunch.. You can choose whichever you want. Better yet, why don’t you come with me? You can choose for yourself.”Dessie finished with her spit, her attention now on her sleeping husband with Little One sitting on his chest. Arlene noticed and said, “Selina and Ann are with your husband. Please trust me on this. He’ll be fine when Little One finishes.”“But how can that thing ... whatever it is, heal my husband?”“It’s a she, and she’s super intelligent. She is a constructed being — well, partially. She.