But ‘no’ to which of my questions? Was she telling me that ‘no’ she didn’t need me anymore? Or ‘no’ she didn’t love Francis or ‘no�... I’d not lost her to Francis. I remembered another sliver of the conversation when she’d told me she loved me. But then she went on to say that both of them were sorry for hurting me. What did that mean? Were they talking about hurt in the past, or hurt in the future? Apologizing early for the pain they were about to cause me? Was that what they’d been talking about. I did not know what to do. Mom sensed it and took me inside my room while Ilyas stayed back.She adjusted her gown through which her boobs were almost visible. She had no bra inside.Though I was young enough to understand the basic needs she wanted I saw it as a woman interested to fulfil her porn desires. How could a 18 year old realize that we all have our basic needs and all.She said that what she did was wrong and that I should keep it a secret. I asked her why she did it. She replied that. We can’t say we don’t know. We’ll have to tell her about Marsha and everything.”“What about Marsha’s folk?”Candy laughed. “Oh right, God, that could be worse. What will they think if Marsha’s having your baby? Will they expect you to marry Marsha?”“I’m married to you.”“They might expect me to divorce you.”Andy couldn’t stop himself chuckling. “You mean you divorce me on the grounds of my adultery with Marsha?”“I know that’s ridiculous, but it’s what they might think. Don’t worry, I couldn’t. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. I want to cum in your ass." "My pleasure," I responded, and got on my back. He reached for a tube of lubricant I had deposited onto the nightstand and as I lifted my hips and spread my legs, he began lubricating my already dilating asshole. He mounted me and placed his cock at the rim of my ass. I reached down and guided him in. The thick bulb of his head gently penetrated, then slid easily all the way in. I felt so full. I.