At seven the next morning, my phone rang again, and this time, I answered it. It was Gerta wanting to know if I felt well enough to come down for brea...fast. She told me that she was alone in the kitchen, and that she'd be happy to make me anything I wanted to eat. I realized then just how hungry I was, and told her I'd throw on some clothes, and come right down.Gerta wasted no time in letting me know that she already knew about me finding my real mother. "Kenny, forget her. You don't need to. Her nude bottom image was always before me that night I was not able to sleep the day at 7 am she came to my aunt`s home to clean that day I was seeing her with lust in my eyes at that time I wanted to kiss her hug her but I could not do so but betweem 9 and 11 am she would surely come to pee on the same empty plot that day I made a clip of her with my mobile it showed her pink pussy showering sweet water to the land all day I used to see that clip and i often masturbateBut on January 14 I was. ” In actuality, he had several fathers who followed that mindset. It was a personality type that made an appearance every now and then.“What happened?” Beth asked.“Oh, he hit me, several times. Yeah, he went nuts.”“So what did you do?”‘I waited until he turned around and then I stabbed him in the spine. He spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair.’ “I left home and became an adventurer.” He took a slow sip of his tea. “You have to figure out your own reason for doing things, your own reason. He opened a gift pack and revealed a nice mini-dress. "We gonna change your dress now my dear Andrea" he said and took my hands and we left the room. In the neighbouring room I undressed my skirt and shirt and put on the new dress. It was very tight and too short. I was amazed and scared all at once when I looked at the large mirror wall. I had never looked sexier than now, but also never sluttier. I felt ashamed seeing me like a prostitute. Ahmed's father watched me all the time and then told.