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Main- Acha bata, gand marwayegi ya nahi, dard hota hai. Pata hai na?Anvesha- Obviously marwaungi, par pehle kuch sawal ke jawab de.Main- Puch le, ab tujhse kyu chhupana.Anvesha- Kitno ki chudai ki hai ab tak?Main- Kafi honge, count nahi kiya.Anvesha- Acha, nam bta. Main count karti hu.Woh mere uper aa kar chud bhi rahi thi aur bate bhi kar rahi thi.Main-Ghar pe Pooja, Kota mein Amisha aur Prachi. Fir first year mein Aasima aur Sakshi. 2nd-3rd year mein Bidisha. Internship pe Anamika aur Himani aur fir tum.Anvesha- Bas itna hi. Itna handsome ho aur IIT se bhi ho. Jyada score hona chahiye tha.Main- Ye maine unlog ka nam liya jiske sath khub chudai ki hai. Kuch time wale to bahut hai.Anvesha- Aur gaand kitno ki mari hai?Main- jinka nam liya unlog ki aur Aakansha, Divya aur Priyanka ki.Fir woh sabke bare mein puchne lagi. Main use batana start kiya. Jab woh uper se chudte chudte thak jati to main uper aa jata. Fir doggy style, kabhi khade hoke, kabhi table wala position, kabhi lete hue. She sat down next to me and swept my long brown hair from my eyes.“Sweety what are you talking about?”“That’s what happened to Alice! Her mom was making love with two men and then her parents divorced and Alice got a horrible new mommy.” I managed to cry out between my sobs and tears.“Oh but sweety, that’s not going to happen.” She said with her most soothing voice.“That’s what Alice said. Her father said he could not stay married to someone who betrayed him like that.”“I don’t think I betrayed daddy, I still love your father as much as when we got married, and he loves me too. This was just.. well, sex. You see, your daddy and I have a special-”“But daddy doesn’t know that!” I interrupted yelling and started bawling again. My mother picked me up and held me close to her chest while I cried like a baby. She just hugged me and swayed me gently in her arms, trying to calm me down again. Mom took my hand and gave delicate little kisses on my fingers. “I have an idea sweety. I know what.
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