My name is Saeeda and I was born in 71. My parents separated 5 years ago. My father and I also came to the city for my lessons. I was in high school at that time. My father was 60 years old at that time. A girl who I thought was just my father's secretary, sometimes came to settle our blood. At that time, I was not smart enough. But later I found out that she was my father's concubine. My aunt and my cousin always supported my father in everything, right or wrong. This case was one of those cases. Jokingly, this lady's feet opened to our house and instead of my father's place, she sat on the head of our house. First, I loved her like my sister. But when I saw what kind of person he was, I was sick of him. I also knew that he was looking for my father only because of his money. But how could I prove it?
One of his friends, who was very much a ball and I will explain his case to you later, often came to our house. He was born in 64 and his friend was born in 66. I had felt that certain words were rejected between them, but I did not know what it was and I really wanted to know. I had an MPXNUMX player that recorded the sound very clearly and loudly. One day when he came to our house with his friend, before they sat down, I put the device where they always sit and I went out under the pretext that they could talk to each other easily and their voices could be recorded. After 3-4 hours I came home and saw him going out. I took the device and connected it to the computer. It wasn't until 5 minutes later that I saw their conversation begin. It was almost two and a half hours until the end. All these two and a half hours of my unfortunate dad's money plan were killing me. I did not see anywhere. Blood was in front of my eyes. I wanted to let my dad listen as soon as possible. I was in the third year of high school. After you slept angry, I had a better thought. I copied that sound to all the flash drives, hard drives, and anywhere else I had. The night I came home, I behaved very normally. The next day, when Fatima (my dad's wife) returned from university, she went straight to make lunch. It was about 2 hours from my dad's place of work to home. That's why my dad always went to work in the morning and came at night. That's why Fatima always made food just for me and herself. He had left the food to cook and was in front of the TV. He had put his hand on the sofa and had turned his corner up. Needless to say, he looked like an egg and he had a physique, but his face was in such a way that it seemed as if there was always an insect, and this made people worse. The worm was tearing my pants. I wanted revenge for everything. I went forward and clung to it from behind. He asked me not to let him go and grabbed him by the chest with both hands. He was scared, he said: what are you doing, get rid of the dirt. But his words made me more angry and I said: I want to dare you. With this, he was very scared and started screaming and moaning. I quickly pulled my shirt and pants down. He would moan and moan: If you finish it here, I promise not to tell Babat anything. I also said: Yes, Jon Aunt. You just had to think about this when you were planning for my dad. Electricity jumped out of his head. His fear doubled. All this had made me such an insect that I had never seen such dirt in my life. I put my tail straight and wanted to push, but he pulled himself together. I could not push more because my back was dry. I spat a lot and put it on. When he thought I was going to do it, he dropped himself. As soon as he let go, I brought the corner again and quickly pressed you to the bottom. Screaming and screaming went up in the air. What a hot ass. I had not met anyone until then. It was a great feeling, especially since lust was mixed with hatred. I hated him with all my being. I started pumping. I did it with all my might. I put my hand under her clothes and took her and her breasts. Now I was pulling her towards me with her breasts and I was pushing her away with my blows. She was just crying. I was feeling cold. In less than a minute, I was dehydrated and emptied Karasho in retaliation. But I did not give up. I was pumping again. My father would come out of my arms, which would make me more insect and easier to get rid of. After a quarter, I was watering again. The sound of crying was muffled and he was just sobbing. I took it out, did not wash it and poured all my water into his mouth. I slapped him two or three times in the face and forced him to eat. Then I went to the room and Fatima sat there and started crying. I brought my mobile and put his recorded voice on it. I also told him that if he said anything to anyone, his ass would be torn. Of course, it must be said more. From then on, I would buy a cone whenever I wanted. Later, I forced him to kiss me. But I never did it from anyone. Because I did not like to enjoy. After graduating from university, he returned to his hometown; The same city we used to live in. All his plans came to naught; Because a year and a half later, when I was eighteen, I asked my father to give me full power of attorney from all his property. He did so, in which case the property could only be transferred to me. This was the story of my dad's wife. I will post the story of his friend and Khaye Malm's cousin later on the site with the same topic. If you also have a father's wife; Get an auto like me and get well.
