" Donna nodded, not knowing what else to do. "Come on." Roberta said, slipping into Ronda by Mudd 5 1/2 polyesterlining one-inch platform boots. "Sor...ry." Donna said as she put down an animal print skirt set. "This is alittle much to handle. I never expected that you... that." "I understand." Roberta's cherry red lips smiled. "Let me pick up someChynna sandals at Payless and we'll head home." That evening Roberta slipped off her heels and stretched her polished toes.Not having the confiding. I did everything I did for her. I never got into fights over petty things, but when someone made a pass at my mom, they regretted it. Cutting was my way of escaping the pain of knowing that all I was, was a reminder to my mother of my father, and as a disappointment to her for all the things I did. I found my dad’s service knife when I was twelve. I was at home after school, waiting for my mom to get off work. I missed him and went to my mom’s room and to her closet to his gear. He had three. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws also. I was really confused why this was happening. I had my periods regularly and physically also I had a very developed figure from. And she loves to fuck, now she does. So the Saturday after her birthday when the folks went out shopping, I hurried up to her room, didn’t bother to knock and found her lying on her bed licking the head of this monster dildo. She wasn’t exactly naked since she wears an old high school t-shirt for a nightgown. She squealed and yelled at me to get out. I laughed. “You like that stupid thing?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head and then shedding my shorts and boxers. “I’ve got one that's even.