Please don’t talk to me like this, my dear Mom. You know how something like that will affect our relationship. Nothing will be the same again,” I ...tried to make her realize the impact it could have on all of us.“I don’t care, Karthik. I simply don’t care. I want a baby. That is all I know. I want to give birth again. It is a woman’s right. I am not going to beg your Dad for a child,” my mom said, breaking down.“This is the only gift I ever want. You will not understand, because you are a boy.. Rajini;s hand went around me before halting right under my breasts. I rose an inch from the floor on my heels as the old man hugged me from behind stroking my stomach and navel gently. His hardened member was pressing against my firm round ass cheeks making me thrust back against his thighs. His hands moved upwards to hold and squeeze my wonder globes with passion.“Let’s keep moving,” He murmured. He began pushing me into walking towards the Sofa. The moment we got in, I turned around and took. IF you do this... I won't tell my girlfriend about your secret.' I could barely breath and was terrified beyond belief. He back handed me twice, making my nose bleed a little and tossed me on the ground from my neck. It hurt a lot. He walked back to the kitchen, grabbed his coffee and went to the living room to sit down. 'Get to work Faggot.' he said casually and pulled out his phone. With tears in my eyes, still lying the ground where he chucked me like trash, in my hot pink bathrobe and. Long and slow while eating my face. He kept groaning and moaning about how delicious I tasted and how beautiful I was. I adored it.Then came the magic: he would lift my arms over my head while phuquing me missionary and lick my arm pits. He would pin my arms down at the elbows and lift himself slightly. He would kiss me deep and passionate and then lick my arm pits. Sometime with the tip of his tongue, tickling me and sometimes planting his whole tongue flat on my arm pits and pressing hard. He.