It's the part of me that wants to soothe you no matter how much we hurt each other.I've seen countless slivers, sides of you over time. Good and bad. ...he opaque territories that lie in between. Since they are each one of the many puzzle pieces that make you, they are beautiful to me. You've shown me anger and tenderness. Fragility and strength. The possessive and cold. The vulnerable and the vindictive. The close and the painful distant.I've only seen you cry once, though. Naked, spooning face. We lived in a good, quiet neighborhood and this only added to thepalatability of mum's frequent overnight trips away, for research andinterviews. These weren't a problem when dad was around, but mum alwaysfelt guilty about them after he left. I kept telling her that it was OK, Iwas responsible, our house had good locks and besides - I was ten - oreleven - or twelve - or thirteen. She trusted the area, and me, but shealways rang at once per night and once in the morning, whenever she wasaway.. But she didn’t listen. And it still hurts, Jack.” She began crying again. Jack came over to her and put his arm around her. He kissed her on top of her head. After fifteen minutes or so, she stopped.“I guess there’s nothing to be done. She knows what she’s in for.”Jack rocked his aunt back and forth. She seemed to calm down.“Why don’t you go lie down,” Jack suggested.“Okay. Come with me?” Jack agreed.Jack held her in his arms, and stroked her head. He told her it wasn’t her fault. She was a. After sometime Aswini came forward to me and she offered me her boobs to lick and I started licking it like a wild horse. And finally I cummed in Smitha’s deep throat where she drank my whole cum without wasting a drop.Both planned and started to massage me so that I would get an erection again and I did very soon than expected and started inserting my dick into the virgin whole of aswini where it was tight and she also pissed and cried out of pain and curiousity in which smitha drank the piss.