He leaned over, grabbing me first by the wrist, and yanking me up, then by the hair. I screamed in pain as he yanked me forward by the hair and flung ...me against the wall. I hit it hard and bounced back, half turning only to meet his open hand again, slapping me right across the face.I spun around and hit the wall once more, then fell sideways onto the floor."You filthy slut! Is this how you act when you're alone! Is this the kind of daughter I've raised!? Are you nothing more than a filthy. So I became a single mother again, only this time a single grandmother. Melissa grew up as loose as me and her mother -she had no real choice, seeing the procession of men who came to visit me - but she didn't get knocked up; she married a minister, of all people. I was only in my thirties then, but my fucking slowed down to something sedate, and I got old gracefully. My biggest thrill by then was being Melissa's chaperone when she needed a break from her husband and we went off to Las Vegas,. Meri jaisye a bolker o bathroom chali gayee jab wapass ayee tu pocha kya jawab hai tumahra.Mai:nahi mammi aaisi koi bath nahi dubli bhi passand hain meger……….Mammi: meger kya ? [un ka hath mere jango mein pher raha tha.]Azim ek bath puchun ager bura na mane tu kya tum kisi ko pyar kerte ho kya tum kisi ko kiye ho kya tum kisi ko nanga dekhe ho.kya tum ko arman hoti hai kuch kerne ki.Mai: mammi abhi tak kuch aaisa mere sath nahi hua ,han mai bf mein dekha hun nangi aurath ko kerte huye.Mammi. I’d had a couple of wet dreams but I was just as clueless about those as well. I clearly remember the first time I had an orgasm. I was on my bed reading a James Bond book. As usual the picture of the naked girl on the cover had got me a little bit aroused. I was lying on my stomach and had reached a sex scene. My boner duly arrived. Without knowing why, I started to move my hips as I pressed down on the mattress. After a few moments I started to feel ‘funny’. Funny, but nice. Very nice. I.