Com DIANE. My background is as dark as my memories of my childhood. And I understand nowthat I was deprived a normally childhood. Well I did not know ...hat during myraising. Instead I thought it was normal and I felt happy. Several years later when I understood the society's normal code in this caseit was then I also got the mental chock (in between those two worlds) and detectedand blew up my damages. So please don't pity me, it make things worse. I feltmuch happier when I believed that. Ye mere liye ek golden opportunity thaa..Me usko ye khus khabri dia to wo bahat khus ho gayi kyun ki hum dono sex k liye tadapte the..Fir wo din aa hi gaya..Subah 6 baje mere mum dad station chale gaye..Fir 8 baje tak me mera kaam khatam karke usko lane k liye gaya..Aur usko uski mess se pick kia..Us din wo ek tight jeans n white top pehni thi pura kayamat lag rahi thi wo..Mujhse aur control nhi ho pata thaa..Fir hum raste me nasta kie n me dukan se ek condom packet kharida..Fir hum mera ghar. She only saw me in the car once per week while I was acting, technically, as her employee. She saw me briefly in a restaurant and in her apartment, but our dating situation was rather limited.Also, being twenty-one and lacking a girlfriend, I was eager to actually consummate our relationship and get my cock into her pussy. Instead, she ran our relationship as she saw fit. I was developing affection, maybe even love, for her and I resented being treated as a sort of gigolo. I had never. About to set off again, I pondered the luck that had come my way thus far this week: first the Tranters with their weird incestuous and voyeuristic perversions, then Gina and her lovely bum, then Jessie and her pee fetish, and now this windfall from Bobby. For a brief moment it crossed my mind that some kind of divine intervention was afoot. Not being a religious man, however, I readily dismissed it. Besides, luck had a habit of changing all too soon as I was about to discover.Accosted twice.