I resisted advances on my breasts, partly because they were still tender and boys tended to grab. My resistance was reinforced by mum’s decision tha... I needed a bra and attempts to access them became a complicated obstacle course.Due to an unforeseen pregnancy for the daughter of one of my mother’s friends, I had also been taken to our family GP for birth control tablets. Within days I had severe symptoms and he prescribed an alternative but with similar outcomes. Some forms of birth control. Then there was Paul, we dated, we got engaged and eventually married. I didnt know and didnt care if our sex life was good or not, it was good enough for me. We had and still do have sex regularly and he brings me to completion more often than not, I was content. We were celebrating 10 years of marriage and my 35th birthday with a foreign holiday. Wed been trying for a child for almost a year and hoped that our trip to Rome would be the key but deep inside I knew that it wasnt so. In quieter. Hospital me hum unko wait kiye the,,or bo aayi unke sasur ka haal pucha…Toh mene dekha ki kuch tied wo thi or wo bahut murjha hui thi toh mene socha ki bus me aayi hogi toh isiliye……Aur chal nahi par rahithi thik se,,, Par hua tha kuch aur jo ki mene ek sarabi se jana…Jan kar me khamosh ho gaya,aur mujhe viswas nahi par jab me uske teh tak gaya toh sab jan gaya.Toh us din hospital se uske baad me khel ne chaala goya,us din saam ko me ek dhaba me khane ke liye rooka jo ki main road se jungle ki. Ei muhurte Mone parlo Tapasher maayer katha, shei din Tapash’er Maa thik ebhabe tar Shaya nere-chere tene dhila kore diyechilo. Petticoat’er upar diye Linge’r ghasha’r Moja pao-ar jonno-e emon korechhilo, Ekhon bhujte parlaam baparta. Pachhar khaj-khajer kachhe Jonee-te Ling’er gharshaner jonno Tapashe’r Maa aanando-uttejana pachhilo. Maa-o thik temni aanando pachhe bhujhte parlam. Aaamar Penis-e anubhab korchhi Mayer Uttapt pachhar khaj, rectum, Uttupta Jonee’r Garam sparsha. Kichhukkhan par.