“I wasn’t honest with you. I wasn’t honest with myself. I was in full bitch mode to get what I wanted. I just didn’t show it to you. Now I’v...e ruined everything. I couldn’t be happy with what I had. No, I had to have it all. I had to have what I wanted, when I wanted it, and in the exact way I wanted it.“And then it dawned on me. A bitch like me doesn’t deserve you. I don’t hate you. I love you. One thing I’m sure of, I’m done being a bitch. It was an act, but it ended up taking over my. My mother started screaming loudly ah fuck me. Then one of the two men entered his dick into my mother's vagina. She took another person's dick in her hand and started to rub it and give blowjob. The man who entered the dick started giving heavy strokes for which my mother was screaming very loudly. Then afterwards they changed their positions. They took doggy style, mother on top of the men and other styles. Then afterwards the other person kept his dick into my mother's anal hole. Now my. She got sort of quiet and then said "no, you're lying". At this point, I knew she just wanted me to keep saying it to make her feel better, so I did, but I starred at her with such intensity while saying it, that I finally slid off the bed and laid next to her, laying my right hand on her stomach very gently.... She tightens up a bit to my touch, which seemed for ever, and in almost an instant she relaxed. What felt like forever, also felt like no time at all. She looked over at me once to see. Anyhow, during that period of more than two years I started my long journey of discovery, the quest for what true love really is and what indeed is the purpose of life. It all began with the advice of dear Vicky the psychiater that I should try to improve my social and language skills by getting some old-fashioned snailmail penpals. Without any clear thought of how, why or for what, I placed a little advert in a magazine that she put forward. It is a very well know publication called Loot.