By the time she had finished the first half of her story she was becoming extremely excited at the thought of people sharing her most intimate feeling.... It was like a part of her. She decided against giving her story to another author as she now wanted to be known as the author of her story. She decided to send the story to the site even though she was sure it would be rejected. When she had finished the story she wrote a short note and sent her story in."Oh my God, Oh my God. What have I done?. “FUCK,” I thought to myself. I still remember his final wordsGrandfather: Do not spare them, Raj. (my grandfather and I have the same name). I do not know what you will do. I want you to take vengeance on my behalf. I want you to show them hell. They committed many crimes. But no evidence of it. I want you to dig into everything and take revenge on it.Those were his last words, and he passed away after a month. After some days, a woman and man came to our home while I wept. The woman was in a. "Does it feel good?" she asked "do you like what I'm doing." "Yes," I answered, pulling the sheet off my cock, "It feels soooo good?" I bent my knees outward, spreading my thighs far apart."When you fooled around with a girl," my mother asked, "did you ever put your cock inside her mouth?" "No," I told her nervously, excitedly.Mum leaned forward and the robe moved up exposing her hairy pussy. She closed her eyes and separated her lips, lowered her head and filled her mouth with my cock.. The few toys that he did possess had been taken from him and distributed to the other kids in the orphanage. He had been separated from his sister for years. I believe that a sense of abandonment, both by his mother, and the early passing of his father, had created a void in his heart during his formative years.I looked at him now. I knew that there was one dream that he had just given up on. We all knew that his time was short. I watched as he slowly walked around the room. The oxygen tube.