Isi chori chhupe milane ke kaaran hi yeh ghatana ghati jo meine apani aankhon se dekhi ke kaise chhote bhai ne apani badi behan ko choda.Meri badi nan...nd ki shadi ko char saal ho chuke thei lekin uska koyee bacha nahin huya tha. Hamarey gaon ke nikat eik mandir ki badi manayata thi ke vanhan jo bhi mannat maangata hey poori hoti hei. meri nanand bhi isiliye hamarey yahan aayee thi ke voh bhi mannat maange aur maa ban sakey. Us din mandir se ho kar lotaney ke baad voh aur mein eik kamarey mei. ”I wasn’t sure what to do. I did know that I didn’t want to be alone. I’m always the girl who is alone and never has a date. Debbie was the one that all the guys always wanted.I wanted to be the girl that somebody lusted after. I didn’t care that he was old enough to be my grandfather. I wondered if he would be a good lover. I wondered if he’d be a tiger in bed. He had to have a ton of experience.“Sure, I’d love to go with you.”“Great. We will take a cab to my hotel. You can get your car. I felt more comfortable there than I did in ‘the big house’. Maybe my tastes were a bit more plebian. I grabbed my great aunts’ old guitar. I was taking lessons, something she suggested as a coping technique. She was right, as usual. As I did my scales and worked on chord progressions, my mind emptied. I played a few simple songs, singing. I didn’t have a very good voice, but there was no one else around to hear. Gently placing it on the stand, I rubbed my hand lightly over the autographs. Jimi. I closed my eyes and visualized myself back when I was about 9 and mom and I were in the tub full of clear warm water soaking before she started washing me. She never used a washcloth, but instead she used her bare hands to wash me.I loved it when Mom cleaned my weenie. With her fingers around my stiffie, she would gently push my foreskin back exposing cock head. After she finished washing it, she would pull my foreskin back covering my cockhead. I remembered how I would laugh and squirm and.