Jisse unki ungliya meri garam choot ki rekha ke upar ja sati. Unke aise choote hi main uttejit ho uthi aur apne hath mein pakde unke lund ko kass li.P...apa apni ungliyo ko aur thoda andar le gaye aur meri choot ke dane par rakh bole: Is badmashi mein tumhe bohut maza aata hai na?Main unke lund ko upar neeche kadpe ke sath hilati hui boli: Mmmm… bohut, aapko?Papa: Hmmm… mujhe bhi.Ispar main unke lund ko achche se dabati hui sahlakar boli: Kya aapne kabhi maa ko kiss kiya hai papa?Papa meri choot. At least none that I'd admit to. I figured he was probably married. I got up close enough to spot the ring on his finger. Yep, he was married. Of course, why wouldn't he be? I had to fight the urge to linger after class, but felt it was safer to leave with the rest of the students, glancing quickly over my shoulder to see him gathering up his papers and rushing to his car.I know it was wrong of me, but I followed him to the parking lot. I felt like a stalker. If I were a man following a female. As soon as I clapped eyes on you in your diaphanous gown as you flowed down that fabulous stairway into that suddenly hushed ballroom, I wanted you for my very own.I was never happier when you told me later that night that you felt the same and I have been truly yours ever since, and will be yours forever more.Tonight I touch the cold marble of your heart-shaped headstone. The white funerary stone glows in the silvery moonlight. I run my fingertips along the freshly incised lettering signifying. ”“I could care less about the country-club people. Besides, I would still make more at my regular job and the farm.”We fought, and in the end, I chose the farm over the country-club. Kara didn’t. At first, I didn’t notice, she told me she had started stopping for a drink with the girls on Fridays but was always home by eight or nine. It seemed to make her happy and I was busy with the farm, so it wasn’t like it was taking time away from us.Then one of her friends took them to the country-club,.