MAI TUMHARE MAMA KO BOL DIYA HU.MAI BOLA THIK HAI MAI CHHUTI KE BAD SIDHE AAPKE PASS HI AA JATA HU.MAI KARIB SHAM KE SAAT BAJE UNKE GHAR PER PAHUNCHA....GARMI KA SMAY THA BACHCHE LOG PADH RAHE THE AUR MAMI KHANA BANA RAHI THI AUR MAMA DUTY ME CHALA GAYA THA.MERE PAHUCHTE HI MAMI NE MUSKURA KAR SWAGAT KIYA AUR EK GILAS THAND PAANI DIYA.MAI PAANI PIKAR BACHO KE SATH OANHI BAITH GAYA MAMI KITCHEN ME AA GAYI.10 MINAT BAD MAMI NE AABAJ LAGAYA BABU IDHER AA JAYO TUM WANHA BACHCHA KI PADHAI DISTRUB. And this is the first day of the rest of my life! Be careful what you ask for...I was really looking forward to my Junior year in High School, some of my tormentors had graduated last year. We had a new Principal, Ms. Black, and a new Vice Principal, Mr. Stall, and they brought hope of a better place. My first two years at Stanton HS were clouded by fear...But that is OVER! It will be great this year. Last year was complex because my little sister started as a freshman - she was cute and. She looked edible. ‘Good morning, beautiful!’ She actually blushed a little. ‘Good morning, John.’ As she walked in I got a good look at her tight ass in those tight jeans. It was a crotch-tightening sight. ‘You look fantastic today.’ She looked at me a little askance. ‘You don’t have to pour it on. We’ve already had sex so you can be honest.’ I looked at her confused. ‘What do you mean?’ I hadn’t seen much of this type of attitude the last time she was here, but the discussion with Mary had at. When I got back to the car I told my husband everything that happened. Then I told him he was going to be my pimp. I would sell myself and give him the money. When we got home we fucked again and again as I talked about how I was not going to be a whore. That was the start of a great page in my sex life.A couple of weeks later my husband and I went out for dinner. On the way back home we stopped by the truck stop at my urging. I wanted to see what I could do and the thought of being paid to.