(Haha. True. He is a pussy)Mom: Haha, but he is your dad too!Me: I don’t care. He will always be a chutiya for me. Mom, tell me, why did you marry s...ch a pussy?Mom: I had no option, beta. My parents forced me to do.Me: Ohh. Did he ever satisfy you? Did he even say ‘I love you to you’?Mom: Uska chota lund ko to khada karne me bhi bohot time laga tha pehli baar to. Pata nai woh randi ne kya dekh liya usme. Madarchod tha ek number ka. (It was pretty difficult to make his dick hard for the first. She was in shock. I have no idea how long she had been there, watching my father brutalize my ass just as he had done with her. The look on her face made me stop howling. I went to a place inside myself that I have only been on a few occasions since. I could no longer feel the pain coursing through my body. I was fixated on the expression my sister had upon her face. After a few more whacks, my father mercifully stopped. It seemed the satisfaction of beating me had vanished now that I was. I was more than happy with its appearance, all I needed now was for it to perform as well at it looked.Aija and I had not yet discussed the men that made love to us or their performance. We had been too busy enjoying ourselves.Ian didn’t hesitate, he used his hand to guide his cock to the lips of my labia and without pausing, pressed forward to join our bodies in the most beautiful and erotic way.I felt his cock filling that void I wanted to be filled so desperately. His cock felt wonderful as. ’ ‘Par for the course!’ Ottilie replied. ‘I think I’ll go and see how young John’s getting on with that old lawnmower.’ I said, and made a quick exit. By the way the lawnmower wasn’t old, I’d bought it (discounted) at the end of the previous season. —– Tara greeted me with a hug and a kiss when I joined the others outside. Yes, I had ignored the conversation that I knew was going on in the kitchen. The sooner Ottilie learnt of all my… failings the better, as far as I was concerned. We had lunch.