Maine use jamin pe letaya or uske blose khol diya or uske bobe chusne laga vo boli koi aa jayega jaldi se apna lund meri chut mai dolo, aise bate sunk...e mujhe joss aa gaya or seedha uski chut pe hamla kar diya, uska peticot uper kiya to dekha k vo penty nahi pahan k aayi thi, usne ek nought smile di…Phir maine uski chut pe apna muh lagaya to jaise vo machli ki tarah tadpane lag gayi.Or meri balo ko nochne lag gayi.Uske balo wali brown chut ko mai kabhi katta to kabhi chumta kabhi jibh lagata to. The beating was very severe. Neither I, nor the doctor, had much hope that she would survive. But she did, mostly. Because of the vicious nature of the beating her husband was given a fifty to life sentence. He should be glad the police got to him before I did. He won’t be missed. Over the next few months my daughter slowly strengthened. Unfortunately, her brain was damaged enough so that she had the intellectual capacity of about a nine year old. That’s not good, but it beat not having her. In our private moments, I held my Katherine close to my face, feeling her tears roll down my cheeks, her body quivering with emotion. We shared long, quiet talks about what to do, how to hide it, how to... get rid of it. Whispered arguments turned to quiet trysts on the couch, soft, tearful kisses. Sex came upon us as easily as tears and, in those moments, my feelings were the clearest. I knew what I wanted to do, though I could not vocalize it even to myself yet. Our romps dried our tears,. Girls love that." Why did that one waiter keep looking at me weird?" I asked."I told him you were my date when he asked if you were my son," she giggled. "I think he was jealous."She winked. I felt a rush of pride.Once home I walked to the door and opened it for her. She brushed against me as she went throught the door. She told me take off my shoes and the jacket and sit on the couch. She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine. I looked at her as she handed me one of.