Rita: I want who will change for me not the one who change with time.Me: hmm!Rita: why are you sad?Me: I’m feeling bad for you.. :(Rita: Ayyo, it’... okay. Why to waste time on my pathetic story.Me: I wish everyone to be happy around me. what can I do to make you feel happy now?Rita: haha will you do whatever I ask?Me: anything for you :pRita: let my mom and dad goes to deep sleep I will ask you:pMe: why you want them to sleep?Rita: simply, as if you don’t know. I saw you starring at me from the. He kept on finger fucking making me suck his cock.The Rickshaw driver Mehmood (it was his name in fact came to know when everything was over) was finger fucking and making me suck his cock and I started sucking his hairy balls, which tempted him more telling me “Are randi tu mast cheez hai tujhe to bolne ke jarurat nahi kay karne ka aur kay nahi karneka, chal lage hath meri gaand bhi chati”.I was stunned hearing the same. I had done the same with BIL few times and he immediately lay on his. "See you in about an hour." He and Josh left the room. There was a silence. I tried to breath and collect myself, but my body was shaking uncontrollably. Tom helped me up and almost carried me to a thick mattress in a corner. It looked a bit strange, not like a normal mattress, but he pushed me down on it before taking his pants and shirt off and joining me. He hadn't said a word, but climbed on top of me and kissed my face, and then my mouth. He went over my breasts which he kissed and. I think I loved them, too. The problem with my childhood memories is that I remember lots of events. I remember smells, tastes, things on my skin. I don’t remember feelings. Did I ever feel anything? Very basic things, perhaps. I remember raw curiosity each time we moved into a new flat. Exploring every corner, every room. Pulling up the carpet to see what that lump was beneath, investigating every stain on the wall. I remember that my primary school was somewhat of a comforting place. Other.