.shayyad who intezaar mey thin key hamesha ki tarrah mey hi unhain bataon gi aur mey ney apni zindagi ki bhut bari ghalti yeh ki key apni mama jo meri...her baat ki raazdar thin..jinhon ney bchpan sey hamesha her tarah key hallaat mey mujhey sambhala tha…sahara diya tha..un sey hi yeh itni bari baat chuppa li…Kash mey aisa na kerti…mey faraz ki mohabbat mey doobti challi gai aur who bhi mujhey is key moqey deta raha Isi tarah din guzertey rahey…mey faraz per zour deti key who apney waldain ko. He told her she needed to come home thisweekend, and why. She showed up Friday evening about 7.“Mom, Jerry said you and dad were splitting up overanother guy. I didn’t want to believe him, but he sworeit was true. Please tell me this is some kind of sickhigh school prank.”“I was going to call you this weekend. I didn’t knowJerry had already phoned you. I have hurt you fathervery, very badly. He walked out and I am not sure yetif it is permanent or not. I have tried. The egg residue had even seepedthrough the hoodie and my shirt, cause I felt how itchy my chest wasgetting but had to be careful scratching it so I didn't get egg gunk onmy hands."That last house was really great, they had full-size candy bars!" Danasmiled as she held up the candy bar for me to see."Looks like we saved the best for last, huh?" I asked, a grin on myface.I might be bummed about missing the party, but something about herenthusiasm for the holiday was infectious and I wasn't as. What had she become? What would her feminist professors think of her now? Four years of their teachings had been disproven by one hand job. No, not even the hand job, just the sight of Steve's twelve inch cock had begun filling her head with ideas. She had wanted to lose the pool game so that she could taste his cock in her mouth. She wanted him to fuck her pussy and her ass. She enjoyed sucking on the fat photographers cock and she loved the thought of thousands of men jerking off to nude.