By the time I was 13 years old I had been pregnant already and had an abortion. I would wear very provocative clothing and seek out older men to fulfi...ll my need to be used. The wanton a****l inside me craved the physical attention given to me by these men even if it was a painful encounter, maybe more so when it was painful. When I was 15 I met my first husband. He was 3 years older than me and I would have done anything for him. I thought that he could make me feel alive and loved but instead. Azaz ka kuch pata chala kya. Mummy ne mana kar diya ki woh nahi aayega ab.Vimal bola ki memsahib usne aap ko chod kar pregnant kar diya tha na. Mummy boli ki ha us se mujhe beti hue hai. But kisi ko nahi pata ki uska baap Azaz hai. Phir Vimal bola ki memsahib bahut din ho gaye aapki sawari ki hue. Mummy boli ki abhi sabhi hai bad mein kar lena.Lekin Vimal nahi mana aur mummy ko sofe par kiss karne lag gaya. Mummy ne salwar suit pehan rakha tha. Vimal mummy ke pink lips ko aram se chus raha tha.. " "You have a wife?" the man had his shirt off and was dabbing at it, trying to get the semen out of it. "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes. I just thought that someone like you...you know." "Someone like me. A prostitute." Albert looked as his penis. It was still shrinking but slowly. It lolled against his firm pelvis, nearly toughing his belly button. It would have been a shame to not make money off of it. "You are gay though, right?" "I don't like labels. I like to fuck men and women. Some. You’ve broken my heart once, don’t break it again.” Cindy broke down in tears, answered his call and sobbed, “I love you so much, Eric!” She jumped into his arms and sobbed “I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me? You’re the only boy I will ever love, Eric. I know that now.” “I should apologize to you, Cindy. I never told you what I wanted you to hear. I was scared of losing you and said things to you that I thought you wanted to hear. You broke my heart. I thought I was going to die if I.