Memachi bath hai.Thume chahiye tho bolo kisi ko doondungi.Idhar ache ache sardar munde hai.Mininahi nahi ab saheb se kam chalaungi.Meri pathi ki duty ...a din mem aaungi unse karwne ko.Memok.Muje fi maza aayegi.Thum aajana.Hum theeno milke karengeLekin agali bar uski husbend ko duty dhe.Lekin mini nahi asyi.Mene sochi usko our kam aagayi hogi nahi tho mensus aayi hogi.Agale din wo aayi tho meme puchi ”thum kal kyom nahi asyi.Saheb bahuth yad kiya thume.”Mini thabiyath teek nahi dhi .Isliye nahi. Again, the smell of him was strong and oddly intoxicating for me.He leaned back further and pulled his legs up by the backs of his knees so that now his hairy smelly asshole was right in my face.“Keep lickin’” he groaned.“No,” I whimpered “please don’t make me do that, please.”“Lick it or else you like faggot an’ don’t stop till I tell ya.”From the sound of his voice I knew I’d do well to obey him so reluctantly I licked his asshole and got a funny taste in my mouth.“Lick it more, harder, put. ?Don’t! It is not what it?? she started. ?Oh, come on! I am not an idiot,? I cried out, and harshly pulled my hand free. Jessica dropped on the sideboard, nearly falling off the bed. Her left foot hit the floor. The scream that ensued nearly pierced my ear-drums. Her face contorted with pain, and her eyes bulged grotesquely. She was clutching her ankle, trembling all over. Gradually, her scream transformed into sobs. I took a tentative step toward her, then awkwardly kneeled beside her. She. We didn't automatically revert to the relationship we'd had before. How could we have? The world had changed.Instead we simply settled in as lovers. I moved into my father and mother's bedroom. We didn't even discuss it. It just happened. Nor as the days passed did we talk about what we were doing. Or why we were doing it. Or that it was wrong. We didn't talk about my father. Or my sister. We didn't talk about the future. We just lived day to day.We made love. Yes love. We were no longer the.