Ladkon ki language main kahein to 22 saal ki Riya ekdum mast maal Thi.Uske lambe baal,gora badan patli kamar ke to na jaane kitne deewane the. Jald hi...mujhe uspar line maarne ka mauka mil gaya.Uss din usne chutti le rakhi thi Sheena ko drop karne main usko company ne di hui corolla gadi lekar chala gaya saath main Riya bhi thi. Main wahan se gadi lekar usse unki building me park karnewala tha aur phir uss hotel me jaanewala tha jahan par main rukha tha. Raaste main Riya pichli seat chodkar mere. I wonder if he’s been watching this humiliating, predictable performance. I feel a surge of anger at him for making me torture myself this way. Doesn’t he know what I’ve been going through this whole week? Constant stress and worry—Suddenly he’s there in front of me, and I wonder if he can tell I’m not feeling particularly contrite. He climbs up on the stool and my heart sings with relief as I assume he’s going to release me from this nipple clamp hell. But he only loosens the rope. I started shooting the mothers video when she was bathing, having sex with father etc., I used to look at them and masturbate at least 5 times a day. I was hungry for her, no hot girl was interesting me more than my mother.I used to watch my friends mothers videos, no-one was near my mother. I wouldn’t share my mothers with them :P.I was deviated from studies, I have fallen from top position from lower. Still my studies are poor. Parents were mad about this and ask why are getting such low. And it wasn't devastating to me or damaging to my psyche or anything, I kinda dug it actually.So if you are one of those people who don't want to read about i****t, u******e sex look away now.Because that is precisely what this story entails. Anyone who's read my earlier works knows about how my uncle Warren taught me about sex, and my parents taught me how to make love.By the time I was thirteen years old I was already a father of twins, with another on the way by my mother.This account was if.