I told her not to cry anymore. I told her the same and she could not control herself. She started crying silently and again put her head on my chest. ...y shirt was wetting due to her tears and I was patting her back and caressing her hair.Once her emotions subsided, I started adjusting her house and she started putting her clothes in the cupboard. In 1 hour, we finished all the things and then we went to market to buy a few things. We have done a lot of shopping and came back home around 9:00. Plus, my bed is really cozy.I burrow myself further into the Ducklett-down mattress, pressing my big, poofy blankets against my bare figure. I couldn't sleep, and only the moon, my computer, the ceiling, and my bed were here for company. I wasn't going to talk to them, of course, that would be crazy. Anyways, I just couldn't fall asleep, I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. Well, tomorrow, at least. Now sucks. Once again, I squirm myself deeper into the bed, this time shaking it to. She had a light mustache which gives a serious look to her.Sometime i used to hear dat how she shouts at her husband over call as she is the earner in her house and i can guess that her hubby s henpecked.Months are passed and our bonding also strong once she had continuous duty due to emergency leave of her co worker and she used to come to room get fresh and go back to work. In the second day while i was cleaning d room her cloth basket fell from the stool. Usually we put our used cloths in. Shortly after I hit puberty, my d_ddy started fucking me. I resisted the first copy of times, but quickly realized it was futile: there was no way my powerless 13-year-old body could repel a big strong man like him, and I realized that was hot: being totally under a man's control was sexy. Even more so, it felt RIGHT: a female should be obedient to men and their beautiful cocks!In high school, I was called a slut. But I didn't mind! I was fucked so many times by guys who thought they were.