But, my path to happiness was not an easy one. I would love to share my story with you.~~~I guess I will start with my first memories. My stomach tigh...ens as I think back to that time in my life. Let's just say my childhood was not filled with laughter and acceptance. Every memory of my stepfather is a bad one. Momma married him when I was three years old. And he was a rotten son-of-a-bitch. From as early as I can remember, he called me horrendous names - too hateful to repeat to decent people.. Then mom told: there are so many rubber sheet’s in her house so you must go there then i agreed like iam not interested to go there. I went there and rang bell. There she was standing in churidar that clearly shows the sexy figure of her breast and buttocks. She opened the front door and then she went in .I simply sat in her sit-out and played with my mobile phone actually iam surfing iss for a good story thinking that it will help me to seduce her. Then the power went off. Now there is only. Forceful, independent me reduced to a quivering, hurting, sobbing mound of flesh deadened by loss.“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I miss her.”“I know. I miss her too. She was …”The words catch in Claude’s throat, his stoicism infected by my emotional outpouring.It takes a while this pilgrimage; two bereft silhouettes paying homage to loss, but eventually, tear streaked and hearts aching, we turn and with heavy footsteps retrace our steps back to our patiently waiting vehicle. We had arrived in. “don’t worry everything will be allright” said haritha.I can feel his penis trying to enter into my asshole. Ohhhh….. its not getting in. he pushed further. Just a little bit but did not enter inside. He was trying hard and suddenly tried to push inside. It did not enter, ooh that was painful, very painful, I shouted loud and my hands were trying to escape to say no. haritha just kissed on my forehead and said no problem baby. He tried harder but it did not get in. he left the bed and came out.