She was my only family and it was a less than stellar bond. She was 40, a little chubby, didn’t care much about her appearance, and she had no motiv...tion to better her situation with counseling or therapy. I wish I could have done more for her, but she was stubborn and sad. I didn’t hear from my mother for a few years after that. I unfortunately almost met my father’s same fate a little over a year after joining the military. I was a gunner in a small convoy in ifuckgoats-istan when the driver. ”“Oh Robbie, you poor dear,” clucked Mrs Blue Tit. “Let’s fly back to our nest, it’s time your Daddy and me gave you The Talk. We knew it would come one day, and it looks like today’s the day.”“Er, Mum, I really struggled to get out of the opening in the nest this morning. I’m not sure if I can get back in. I’m so fat and ugly, no wonder my cousins hate me and made fun of me.”“They don’t hate you Robbie, you’re just a little different from them, that’s all. I think they’re jealous, red is so. I didn’t hear any knock or the door opening but a voice hissed from across the room “I’ve brought the champagne. Is this a party or what?” A short laugh from the bottom of the bed then from somewhere near my head the new voice asked “Is this the piece (two indistinct names) had this morning?”“Crumbs! Was it only this morning?” I thoughtThinking was interrupted as a bulbous head filled my mouth. I couldn’t taste myself and guessed that the newcomer had joined in.There was brief conversation and. Voh puri koshish ker rahi thi keh ouski buht strong contractions se meray thumb ke ooper tezi se khulti aur squeeze hoti choot mein se nikalta geela flood ousko kaheen collapse nah kerde aur mera Lorha bhi zid mein aur zayadah hard ho raha tha keh aaj zaroor choday ga.Jounhi mein ne mehsoos kiya keh ouski cunt mein tanaao reduce hona shuru huwa hai mein ne ouski phuddi mein se nikli chiknaai se dripping pura haath apnay Lorhay per ghuma ghuma ker apna Lorha polish ker liya. Apnay donoun haath.