Avanuga en ammava pathitha peasurathu thirinjithu.Ammava pathi asinga asingama asingama peasinanuga atha kitathum kovam vathutusi. Avanugakita santai ...otan elaraum atisitan apuram elarum enna nalla adi adisitanuga. En nanpan karthi matum enna adikala ana nan avana vathathum 2 adi kututhan. Evanuga enna adika arapisathum en nanpantha thatuthan vilaki vitan. En mukula yaro oru adi adisitanuga yarunu thirila reathan vanthuthu. Apuran angiruthu vathutan vituku amma kitanga onum sollala. Athukapuram. Oh, she’d dropped the formal pre-church inspection when we graduated high school, but only to instigate the slightly less prescriptive visual check and brush-over that she gave herself and Dad whenever they were going into company.Several times while I was at college, I’d failed the ‘clean-shaven’ part and been sent back upstairs.It was part of the price of ‘The Mom-and-Pop Meals and Laundry Plan’, so I sucked it up. Strange how the freedom to spend the weekend unshaven and slovenly becomes so. “Surely, you can’t be talking about the twins. Come on, Mom, you know how I feel about those two bitches!” I practically screamed.“Joseph, that’s no way to speak about your cousins!” Mom yelled.“Oh yes, it is. When we were younger, every time we’d get together, it would always be the same thing. You guys would send me outside with those monsters so the four of you could stay indoors and have sex with each other. Once we were alone, they would begin hitting and kicking me, and, when I started to. He tugged my panties off and watched me blush again as he took in my entire naked body. He moved back to my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples until I was arching my back, silently begging him to touch my pussy again. He slid his index finger slowly into my tight opening and I spread my legs wider, my hips bucking upwards seeking more, arms still above my head. He worked a second finger into me and began to move his fingers in much the same way as he played his guitar. I had never even.