Abhi ek aakhri mauka derahahu tu manegi tho bach jayegi”.Ye baat sunte hi woh dar gayi kyuki woh janti thi ke mujhe sab bholu samajhte the aur usko ...haalu aurat sab is kahani maan jayenge.Ab woh rone lagi aur boli “Tu mere saath aise kyu kar raha hai me tho tujhe apne bete jaisa samajhti thi.Please me ye sab tere saath kabhi nahi kar paungi.Please ye baat hum dono ke beech hi rahegi me kisiko kuch nahi bolungi tu chale ja”.Me bola ” shayad tere naseeb me pathar hi likhe hai” aur ye bolke me. And yes, I held some resentment against my own mother because of it, often taking advantage of that whenever I could because I knew deep down inside she too had thought this marriage a mistake, and had married Darrel "Dick" as I called him out of convenience and necessity even knowing that when she did.But I'm not a total shithead either, though I know I often act like one carrying a grudge on my shoulder most of the time. I often found myself feeling sorry for my mother because she too put up. “Are you having problems from your injuries?”“No.”“Are you sick?”“Kay please.”“Sorry, I just worry.”“Don’t worry. What I want to say will maybe help you understand a few things about me.”“Okay.” She had no idea where this was going.“Now, I want you to listen to everything I have to say. Before you answer me, if you need time to think. I understand.”“Answer for what?”“Please just listen.” He cleared his throat. His mind was racing. His heart was pounding. ‘The truth will set you free.’ Swam. Uski bagal ke paseene ki khushboo mujhe bohut pasand ayi. Fir maine uski chuchiyan chusni shuru kari.Maine apni jeebh uske nipples pe gol ghumayi toh woh mera naam lekar chillane lagi. Fir maine uske nipples ko katna shuru kar diya. Uska hath mere lund ko sehlaa raha tha. Maine use apna lund choosne ke liye bola. Toh usne poora lund muh mein le liya aur lund ke tope pe apni jeebh ghumane lagi.Maine uske baad pakad kar uske muh ko chodne laga. Usne apne thook se mera poora lund geela kar diya..