Don't do it

Hello, read this story, it will be a lesson for you. When we became old, you left. You did not come. My son Mohammad is two years older than me. As always, we started our usual work. I was really rubbing my back. He came back and I, who liked it, took my hand more than hers in his pants and rubbed his ass. He quickly got it, which I liked. We were sleeping together in the hall and only Mohammad was behind the wall. I was afraid that if I came back, someone would wake up and see, but we would not notice. Being and watching them from my side for the first time I give and I do not know what the pain is and these words spit, he pushed, he did not go, he did not go, of course, because I was born and I did not know how to do it, I tightened it inside and it did not go inside. It was my first time with fear and shivering that I should not go. When it was over, I felt bad. I felt like I had to. He thinks I'm Connie, and whenever he wants to do it to me, it 's the same. We stayed in the city for another three or four nights after that night, and I think we had sex two more times. I could not tell him at the time that I want to do it for you and I am not Connie, but I could not, but after that story. I hate it. Every time we go, as soon as he sees me, he points to go and because he always has a broom to go to. There is something and I can not say anything. I wanted to say that your situation has come. Do not be afraid and cautious.