Mera muh laal ho rah tha, maine, chatpatane ki koshis ki,to usne apne jaango ko aaur majboot kar diya, upar se uska skirt mere pure chehre ko dhak rak...ha tha, saayad use yeh dikha na ho. Maine pet ko upar karna chahaa, lekin wo karte hi thore der k liye sahi wo uthi, aur phir mere muh ke aur peeth karke mujh pe baith gyi..Is baar dard zyada ho raha tha ..Phir mujhe lagaa jaise koi mere underwear ko chhu raha hai…Usne mera under wear nikal diya, ‘kha mere chut ko, zor se…!’ main chaat ne lag. I headed toward the other side of the store, away from the sound of ruffling pages.I made my way down an aisle running my fingers lightly over the bindings, the thump of each finger skipping from title to title. I didn't read them, just let my fingers find the way. It was dark in the store and it darkened more as I approached a poorly lit back corner. The window above the wall-length book shelf was completely crowded by books. I turned the corner to head back up the next aisle, and just as I. Furthermore I shall sleep with her if I want to. She is my daughter and not yours, so it is no concern of yours," Well, as long as it stays a secret and you only fuck within this suite, I suppose I can't object. After all, she is pregnant, so it can't matter that much for some time," said Janice."What do you mean, pregnant?" I mean," said Janice, not concealing the gloating in her voice, "that I am sure that your beloved daughter has a bun in the oven. She has been knocked up while she was. I'm not talking about tampons, nail polish or strictly feminine products, but items like deodorants, soaps, shampoos, and even hairbrushes are different. I wanted her to feel at home with me and not to have to think of making do as that might lead to her thinking of a better circumstance without me. She wanted to leave the choice of foods to me but I told her that I expected her to do the cooking during the week as I worked and that she would need to buy what she could cook. So we bought some.