Motorbike gear, thermal underclothes ... and letters ... and photographs. My mother, standing next to a tall man wearing leathers, a motorbike behind ...hem. Photographs of the two of them walking at the seaside, or in the Lake District; neatly labelled on the backs, date, place ... names. Wedding photos, the groom young, tall, handsome; the bride, though I didn't know it, looking a little like me, literally blushing in white. The order of service for the funeral. I held the photograph of them. 30pm waha phuch gay. Fir humny bus stnd se ricsha karya aur neetu ne jo pata baaty tha waha chle gay.Wo neetu ki real sister ka tha jo waha rhti thi. Uar us din wo anpey mata pita k ghar gurdaspur gai hui thi. Hum jab waha phuchey to neetu bhar humra intzar kar rhi thi. Jab mene usey phli baar dehka to wo mujey bhut sexy lagi, lagta nai tha k wo marid hai usney ek tang kamij aur lagi dali hui thi. Uskey baad hum ek dujey se miley aur ghar k andar chle gay.Usey dhek kar mera lun to khara ho gaya. Mai bahut excited thi,hum log friday nite ko kareeb 7:30 baje shaam ko nikle 2.5 hrs ka raasta tha hum car me hi shuru ho gaye the mai apna top utar chuki thi aur unka lund choos rahi thi isse woh kaafi garam ho gaye aur kehne lage ki mujhe tumhe chodna hai maine kaha chodn lena 15 mins me to hum pahuch hi jayenge farm house pe,par woh nahi maane kehne lage ki yahi kahi sunsaan me pedo(trees) aur jhadiyo ke beech car rok ke tumhe chodunga waise bhi raat ke 10 baj rahe the bahut sunsaan tha har. I try to get away from the hand but instead it just grabs my hair leaves me no choice but to stay right where I am since the man behind me has a firm grip on my hips."You dirty little whore, you act like you don't want it." With these words I feel something wet on my asshole. Did one of them just spit on me? And I realize what is coming next but in the same instant I feel his dick at my rear entryway. He is much more gentle than I expect, I suppose to save himself the pain. He inches in until.