.Khair bhai aab aaga ke story par aata hu jinona meri pheli story nai padi hai plz pad lena tab jakar samajh aayaga ye story.Aur mujha comment aur mai...l zarur karna aap loga ka mujha bhout sara mail aaya hai mera mail id haiAb story par aata hu..Fir hum waha se aaga bad gai maa sabko bye boli aur maa ek stole apna bag se nekali aur apan body par lapat le aur fir hum waha se aaga bada thoda dur jana k bad ek jaga par bhout log the to maa waha par towel becha kar bat gai aur waha apni bag se. She was in 9th class and usually remains free.We both use to chat aprox 8-10 hours a day.One day she asked me,dont I have a girlfriend becauseim everytime texting to her.In reply I text ” I ‘m still virgin”.She tell she didnt ask this then I make clear that if I had girlfriend I wouldn’t be virgin.And asked about her.She gave a humorous reply,”Same as you”.Then we chatted even more and this time vulger things.During makar sakarant I have fest in my collage, I went to jaipur to celebrate it. Doubts to their claims were laid aside when she was told rhymes and inside jokes her own grandfather made and shared with her, and Winter before his passing.The car ride turned into a bullhead flight outside the city zone, to the shipping yards where she was brought to a rather large yacht, being told to meet her would be ally aboard the ship, and marching forward, hand on the hilt of her weapon in case of a possible trap, and scroll pinging her location quietly in her pocket.“Just this way. I loved it when he slapped my buttocks with his palms then dug his fingers deep into the flesh of my cheeks as he plunged agonisingly deep into my vagina, hammering into my cervix with every thrust.“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I croaked through the wet slapping sounds and feral grunts.This was what I wanted; this is what I deserved. It was I who had inflicted the hurt on my husband so it was my body that deserved to feel the consequences. I wanted it to hurt; I wanted to feel at least some of.