Mummy jab aapne film me bra-panty pehan kar nahane ke scene kiye thei to mera lund khada ho gaya tha film dekh kar, Mummy maine bahut koshish ki rokne...ki par main nahin rok paya aur maine aapke naam ki muth maar li. Tab se har roz aapke naam ki muth maarta hoon. Kyon mummy aapko bura laga. Nahin bete, mom said with a smile, main expose hi itna karti hoon, agar tum mere naam ki muth maarte ho to isme tumhari koi galti nahin hai, yeh to bahut natural aur healthy baat hai. Mom said, you should not. I still hadn't put my panties back on and that had been a little rush, hanging out in a bus station with nothing on under my skirt. I was slip slidin' into something, but I didn't know what. None of this seemed much like me at all, but you have to take my word for that. I used to be a good girl."Hey." The guy I'd talked to at the bus station didn't waste any time."Hi," I said, wondering if I was supposed to smile or not.We were barely on the highway, the bus half full again, the dim overhead. "Marry me."She snorted. "Yer must be jokin'," she shouted. "Yer messed with ... her." I've been waitin'," he told her. "For weeks. I'll ne'er do anythin' like that again."Moira gasped and bit her lip, shaking her head. "Anyone but ... her." She watched Quentin get up and wipe a tear from his eye before turning to see her father approach the door. "Ga inside," he barked at his eldest daughter, and she looked at her ex-boyfriend and her father and nodded; she knew better than to disobey him. She. It didn't really hurt, only got me excited. And I'd have said what they wanted anyway once I knew what they wanted me to say. Some of the worst things I can imagine are things I've said about myself after being told to do so. Guys seem to love making me degrade myself even more than doing it themselves. I don't like being hurt, but a little sexual pain is about the only thing that seems to get me the least bit excited. So I liked having my nipples pinched. I pretended I didn't so they'd keep.