But like I said, my first marriage totally sucked and I was in no hurry to do it again. It took Harry the better part of two years to talk me into mar...ying him. The honeymoon wasn't even over before I saw the first signs of Harry's insane jealousy and his need to place his stamp of ownership on what was his. He started treating me like a possession, albeit a prized one, instead of a wife. He began by trying to isolate me from any male friends that I had. The most striking example of that was. Uska bilkul mann nai tha foreplay ka.. fir usne dheere dheere dhakke marne shuru kar diye aur mujhe kiss karne laga.. main bhi uska saath de rahi thi.. vo dheere dheere speed badata gaya..M – aaah aaa hh aahh hh.. mmm mm .. hh mm .. mm hhS – ruchiiii.. aahh.. *thap *thap.. ye le… kutiyaaaa…M – aahhh aahh sirrrr aurr tezz aahhha….Fir usne mujhe utha ke doggy position mein bithaya.. aur bed pe chad gaya… wahan vo tezi se dhakke marta raha…S – aahhh.. ruchi raaandddd…. aah… kitni mast h tu kutiya…. " Ma was as excited as I had ever seen her get. She hovered over the girl like she was afraid the girl might disappear just any second. It was the first time I ever saw Ma so flustered and just out and out excited.Pa broke in on Ma's fussing and said, "Let's go out to the kitchen table and just sit. Your Aunt Martha will fix you a bite to eat and we can have a cup of coffee." He called me over, "This is your cousin Davy."She gave me a shy glance and raised her hand in a little wave. I grinned. This wasn't the first time they had made love that day. Of that, she was certain. And while sure they had done it before, she couldn't remember if this was the second or third or maybe even the fourth time. That didn't matter, either. At that moment, Lynn couldn't even remember how many days they had been married, or how long they had been staying in this furnished, attic apartment while she crammed for her nursing boards, the gruelling, day-long test that would, if she passed, make her a.