My aunt Phoopo remained unmarried, turned lunatic and drowned herself in a Lake near Bhopal city. My grandfather, a man of high family prestige, lost ...is mental balance and soon committed suicide. But all that happened much before my birth.I was born in a small rented house in a Muslim majority area of Bhopal. My father had disposed of the large ancestral Havelli house and worked at the booking office of the All India Railways. My mother, although a staunch conservative Muslim lady, observing. ”“What?” She said sharply, “By giving you a blow job.”“I beg your pardon miss.” Anne said angrily from the doorway, “How dare you use such language. All Mike has tried to do is help you and all you can do is speak like a whore. Go to your room.”I am not sure if Kate was angry at herself, or me, or for being caught by her mum. But she crashed her way upstairs and slammed her bedroom door so hard I thought it had come off it’s hinges.“I don’t know where she gets such language from.” Kate said. “I. ’ I grabbed a t-shirt out of the drawer next to the bed and carefully wiped her face, dabbing at her smiling lips. By this time Ann was sitting on my hips, and I pulled her to me and kissed her tenderly. ‘This is the highlight of my life so far, Piglet. I am the luckiest guy in the world right now,’ I whispered. I noticed a little semen pooled in one of her eye sockets, and bent her toward me. I put my tongue gently into the depression and found the taste unusual, but not unpleasant. I went. I could feel my vagina spasm as he did, trying to adjust to the absence of his penisthat was stretching it so fully only moments before.My pussy seemed strangely empty, and started a series of contractions that felt to me that it waslooking for something to hold on to. Robert stared at my gaping pussy momentarily, watching thewhite globs of his semen trickle out of my opening and down the crack of my ass for a moment. I feltso very exposed, but also very sexy and desirable."Baby, you made me.