Ahh…..Ruk mat….Aaaaahh mujhe aaaaahh maza aa raha he beta…..Mammy ki baat sunkar mere josh me vradhi ho gayi….Aur me ammy ki gaand par spankin... karta raha…..Mammy ki gaand ek dam laal ho gayi….Mammy dard se kahar rahi thi…..Aur mujhe maza aa raha tha…..Fir maine apna land mammy ki gand par rakha….Aur ek dhakka diya…..Mera land badi aasani se mammy ki gand me chala gaya…..Mai mammy ki gand maar raha tha…… fir maine apna land nikal kar sofe par baitha….Mammy mere land par apni chut rakh kar. A faded redbloch shaped like a bag of potatoes was visible on the backside of theleft hand. I had that ever since I fought Pete Mayfield in fifth grade.These were my hands. Suddenly, I truly came into being. With raggedbreaths, I dared myself to look down. Cleavage were my first sight.Breasts. Breasts with a golden crucifix necklace down the middle.Breasts that could not have really been mine yet unmistakably brought anoticeable and entirely unfamiliar weight that pulled at my back. Iwore a. You always took care of since I was born, which I don’t know how you did, you yourself were only five” said Hanabi kind of smiling at the last part.“Well father really never did anything so who else would” said Hinata.“I don’t want to loose you” said Hanabi.“Hanabi what are you talking about” said Hinata whose eyes coping that of Hanabi’s.“I hate it!!!. . . . . . I hate my life!!!! All I ever do is train day in and day out, follow father to his meeting, and study . . . . . . I never have any. Steve called out, foods here, come here bitch take this money and bring us the pizza, make sure to open the door wide. I went bright red, I walked to the door and froze, the bell rang again “get the fucking food or leave” I opened the door the delivery driver took a look up and down me and was stunned for works, I pushed the cash in his hand grabbed the pizzas and shut the door. I was told to put the pizzas on the coffee table, as I bent down I fell out of my thong, one guy got up and grabbed.