Main samjha shayad su-su nikal gaya hai. Sharam ke mare main rone laga aur mami ko uthakar kaha ki mera mut nikal gaya shayad. Pahle wo bahut gusse hu... par jab unhone dekha ki bistar thik hai sirf payjama gila hua hai aur wo bhi mut na hokar kuchh gada safed pani hai to wo muskarane lagi. Main or jor se rone laga to wo boli tumhe kuchh nahi hua. Is umer me ye hota hai. Maine puchha kya hota hai, to wo boli tumne koi ganda sapna dekha hoga isliye aisa ho gaya hai jao saaf karke payjama badal lo.. "Oh no!" she said. "I was just giving him a bath. We didn't know how smart he was then, and we thought he was simple minded. And while I washed him ... things got kind of complicated," she ended."But he didn't force you?" he asked again, the heat fading slowly."No" she said. "I'm a trollop ... a hussy. I seduced him," she moaned. "He was so scarred up, and seemed so sweet. He's never forced me to do anything." Her memory of losing her maidenhead had altered over the months. Until recently -. Her breathing increased and as she exhaled, she moaned. Her other hand continued the assault on her hard clit, now more sensitive than ever. She arched her body into the bed as she felt the first jolt power through her body. Her inner muscle gripped onto her finger in a spasm. She slowed her massaging on her clit to almost a crawl. The jolt subsided, her vagina unleashed its hold on her finger and she wiggled it around inside. Now, the inside walls of her hot pinkness were just as sensitive as. Thank God it's Friday, she wrote. I send a smiley face back and continue to play some games. A little later she sends another message, about how she decided to go out on this night. I tell her to be safe and we joke about missing the last train home, a thing we experienced on a few occasions before.About an hour later, go to bed, check my phone and lay down next to my wife, who is already asleep.I stare at the ceiling for some time when I notice the LED on my phone blinking. Another message.