Tab tak meri ma’m ne muje apne pass bulaya.Tab tak meri ma’m apni chut ko unke face ke pass rakh kar chuswa rhi thi. Unhe bhi bada maja aa rha tha.... Aur ma’m ne fir mere lund ko apne hatto mein lekar apne muh mein laga liya , aur mere lund jor jor se chusne lagi, aur fir mein aur meri ma’m ek sath dono jad gye. Ab hum tino ek ek baar jad kar bed par bethe huye the.Aur ek dusre se baate kar rhe the, sweta ma’m ne meri ma’m ko kaha, tera yeh bf toh bahut mast chut chatata hain. Tu isse mere yaha. And then she attacked me, I had no time to respond, she gave me some fierce kicks, my belly, my arms, I lost balance and fell against the soft wall. “See, that’s what they are for! Now know I am not backing out. You will have the right to challenge me, so you cannot complain about not being warned.” I got up, was a bit confused. What happened, she was fast a lightning, and she had kicked and punched me real hard, it did hurt. Now I am not a pussy, so I made myself ready and started to get. I'm still working from home, log on at 8.30, and plow through my usual workload. I can get through it pretty quickly and be on to my now normal housework. I do a wash, Monday, and Thursday weather permitting, hoover upstairs and down once a week, and have the dishes out the way before my wife gets home.She has had to get back into the office, her job is more important than mine and much better paid. So I have the place tidy and a meal ready for her after a hard day, as I feel a partner should. Parents, again.I wracked my brain trying to think of someone who might at least listen with an open mind. I came up with two answers. One answer was any one of the catholic priests in and around my neighborhood. The other was a writer who had liked the cover art I had done for him. He had actually taken the time to say so.I had felt he was a little strange, to begin with. He was an elderly gentleman. He lived alone, in a large house in the mountains of Wyoming. I had met with him twice, while.