.mone hochhe ei boyose eseo ami sex e tomar kache here jabo…….ahhhhhhh ki sukh………ami chokhe andhokar dekhchi………ummmmmmmmmmRex:slowly, ...oving up, oh maa, I put my fingers into your vulva, slowly, feeling the wetness, feeling the soft skin, as my fingers go in, and then I bring it out, and look into your eyes deeply, and slowly lick my fingers with your juice on them…Sangeeta incest:ahhhhh sona ami r parchi na….ebar kichu ekta koro amay…okhane kichu ekta koro…..ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmRex:ekhane kono. Not bad, but not really the right kind of music to fuck yourself to like I'm doing it now. It's up and down, up and down, just like I had thought it would be. Only more painful than I imagined.Everything hurts by now, or maybe it's not everything but I'm only aware of those parts of my body that hurt. At least there's one good thing about hurting everywhere: It's hard to decide which part hurts the most. That's not much, but it's the only positive aspect of my current situation, so I cling to. Greg, her best friend from high school laughed. ‘That’s all?’ ‘Yep.’ Mina peeked at him from between her fingers. ‘She hid the ribbon in the back of the toilet. Said it’d be safe there. From the Nazi’s.’ ‘Now, why didn’t Anne Frank think of that?’ Greg adopted an innocent expression. ‘Hell if I know.’ Mina dropped her hands. ‘Then she put all the mums on the decorative bales of hay.’ ‘That sounds like an okay idea.’ ‘Without taking the shrink wrap off the bales, and after she took the mums out. I held her so tight and close, never wanting to let her go ever again. Remembering the similar feeling from when I’d held one of our three tight when they were younger, some event trivial to an adult but world-ending to a child, needing the reassurance of parental envelopment.Jill’s sobs and tears went on and on, with a mean and still angry part of me happy that she was feeling so shit terrible. Payback’s an ugly word, but that’s pretty much how I felt. Sharing Jill’s pain and hating that she.