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My dad's birthday is in 2 days and I haven't told him that I won't be there. I go on vacation on that day.
The problem is that my family love to celebrate birthdays. So it's kind of a big deal if I'm not there.
But I don't care. I wanna party and meet some new boys.
My Father used to physically abuse my half-brothers a lot. He slapped one of them so herd he left a hand print on his face. He shoved my brothers head through a wall. He once broke my mothers nose. He purposely cuts my dogs nails so short she would bleed because he was mad at her. My mother knew about this so she kept me away from him. He still hurt me mentally. He is the reason i have to take anti-depressants now. I don't see him anymore but he's old and I'm afraid hell die before I'm ready to talk to him.
So excited my boyfriend proposed. What 18 yo girl could say no? A few months later I knew I could not live with him. I made a mistake and needed out of this dud of a boy. I tried to talked to so many but I was told how wrong it would be to not follow through. I ended up finding someone with empathy, his dad. His father was also engaged so maybe it made the talks more relaxed. Somehow the two of us ended up in a secret relationship. Now we are in love looking for a way to move on without our deadbeat wanna be mates. Nothing to confess, just wanted let be known I should not feel guilty for improving my relationship. I could use advice on how to break the news.
#love #relations #guilt #baddecision #pregnant #sex #father #fiance #advice
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
I study and have to do assignments and I try to fit in some exercise but lately all I do is walking and vibration platform workout with weights and resistance cords. I really try to eat low fat however I notice weight gain. some is from that we have gone back to full cream milk over low fat milk and there is a lot of dieticians turning back to butter and full cream. sometimes I will eat peanut butter and hazelnut choc spreads but I know I should not have these. I avoid jams and sweet things a lot.
I find I get cravings for chocolate and I snack too much on choc wafers and cheese and crackers, biscuits and I have become turned off flavored yogurts and I prefer low fat choc mouse or plain low fat yogurt mixed with lime juice and I prefer chili sauce over other dip sauces as it clears my sinuses.
I rarely eat fattening foods like cake or pastries or ice-cream (they are special treats for me).
dessert for me is like 1 ginger nut biscuit with a cup of tea,
I really enjoy vegitables as themselves or in soups and salads, I love salmon and tuna, and beans and I eat lean meats and small portions only.
I just want to know where I am getting this access fat?
I want to exercise more where my neighbors can't see me exercising. I want to lose weight so bad. I have considered starving myself. cutting half of everything I eat. I drink heaps of water often
I need to find exercise that will work, is fun and not over burdensome!
I am sick of gaining fucking weight. I am sick of being ugly and slobbish and I hate looking at myself in the mirror seeing all the fat.
my laziness is frustrating. I need to move more and I have to study and complete my work. If I don't start looking good and losing weight and feeling good soon I just don't know what I will do.
#fat #weight #loss #frustration
My wife of 14 years is a fat cow. She's about 5ft. 6in, weighs about 220lbs. She has F cup tits and a big, loose, hairy pussy. I force her to do sex things she doesn't want because she turned so fat and ugly. When she was young and hot I did anything she wanted, now it's her turn. When she disobeys me I make her take her punishment. She must put her hands behind her back and lean over at the waist. I then punch her tits from side to side really hard, full force with my fists. They get bruised and I usually end by fucking her from behind.
I have now bought an old cow milker, and hook up her udders to it and make her get milked by the machine for 30 minutes every day. Her nipples have gotten huge, her clit is next.
I use these online dating portals the other way around. The fattest and ugliest women get the highest or best rank. That's poetic justice!
Although my daughter (now 44 years old) has always been and still is beautififul (she looks to be in her 30's with a fantastic body) I had never thought about having sex with her.
My daughter, her husband and two young children live about 2 1/2 hours from us. Last year when my wife and I were at their house I helped my daughter and her husband install a dryer vent, As my son-in-law held the vent tube, I had my daughter hold the bracket so that I could tighten it around the tube. It was close quarters and in order to reach the bracket I had to reach between my daughter's legs. After tightening the bracket as I moved back I accidentally rubbed her pussy through her pants with the back of my hand. I quickly apologized and said sorry about the touch. She just giggled.
A month later I was at their home with just my daughter and the kids. When her husband travels for any length of time my wife usually goes to their house to help with the children but because her sister had had surgery my wife needed to help her and I went to my daughter's alone. The first evening I was there my daughter had just come home from the gym, taken a shower, put the kids to bed and came into the living room in her shorty pajamas. It was summer. I had also showered after an afternoon of working in their yard and was sitting in a chair in my shorts and t-shirt. She sat across from me on the couch and pulled her legs up to her chest. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties because I could she the outline of her cameltoe against the tight pj bottoms.
She asked me if I remembered when we had installed the dryer vent and I had touched her pussy (she actually said pussy). I said I did. She said she couldn't say it at the time but if she could have she would have said I could touch her anywhere anytime.
So I asked if she meant that at that moment if I wanted to I could touch her pussy. She said that I could. I told her I was going to call her bluff and moved onto the couch with her. I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her pj's. She spread her legs further apart. As I moved my hand upward to slide into her pj bottoms she quickly removed them exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
I slid my finger up and down her slit as she caressed by hardon through my shorts. She was dripping wet. Then she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed it downward toward her pussy. I quickly knelt between her legs and a began to lick her pussy. After a few minutes she came squirting her juices a over my face. She motioned for me to stand and then removed my clothing before lying on her back lengthwise on the couch. I climbed onto the couch between her legs and pushed my hard cock into my daughter's pussy. It didn't take me long until I was ready to shoot my load but my daughter had other ideas and told me to pull out and cum in her mouth which I did.
Afterward we talked and she told me that like most girls she'd wanted to have sex with her father when she was a teen but since that was not to be she decided that now was as good as ever and at her age incest would be a positive not a negative. She also said she had never cheated on her husband but didn't think this was cheating since it was only sex. I had never cheated on my wife and felt the same.
We talked a little more then she asked me to go down on her again which I did including pushing her legs back so that I could lick her asshole. She returned the favor by sucking my cock and licking my ass. Then we fucked again and unbelievably I came again this time inside her still tight pussy.
The next morning I walked the kids to their bus stop and when I got back to the house my daughter was in the shower. She asked me to join her which I did. Then she asked if I had ever done golden showers which I had not. Neither had she. She asked if I would like the to try. I said I would so she turned off the shower and told me to kneel and open my mouth. She then proceeded to pee into my mouth and down my chest. I tried to swallow some of her salty pee but most went on my chest. Then she knelt and I peed in her mouth and on her tits. We showered. She dried off first and when I went into the bedroom she was lying on her stomach with a pillow under her waist raising her ass in the air. She said that she loved the way I licked her ass the night before and would l do it again?
I spread her ass cheeks and tongued and licked her asshole pushing my tongue in until I could feel the slick inner walls of her ass. I fingered her clit as I licked her ass until she came. Then she asked if I had ever fucked anyone in the ass which I had not. She said she had always wanted to be fucked in the ass but never found anyone who would do it. She handed me a tube of KY which I applied to my cock and her asshole inside and out. I positioned myself behind her and slowly pushed into her ass. She said it hurt until my cock head was beyond her sphincter then it slid in easily. As I slowly fucked her ass she pushed back until we both were in rythum and came together. She then turned over a kissed me on the mouth for the first time sticking her tongue deep into my mouth. She thanked me for being such a wonderful dad any making her wishes come true.
Over the next two days we repeated most of what we had done the first two days except at my age I wasn't able to come every time. Then it was time for me to leave. We discussed how we might feel the next time all four of us would be together and how we were going to feel that day when her husband came home and I saw my wife, her mother, for the first time since my daughter and I had had four days of sex. We both agreed that since we loved each other so much and would never tell anyone about our four days of sex that we'd be ok. And we were though we both admitted to feeling a little guilty until the first time we made love with our respective spouses.
We never repeated everything we did though once or twice we discussed how much we enjoyed it and didn't regret a moment.
One time about a year later we were both in her basement looking for something and she was on a step stool and I was behind her. On an impulse I pushed my face into her ass crack through her pants. She turned, undid her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. Without a word I buried my tongue into her pussy and licked until she came. Almost falling off the step stool. Then she stepped down to the floor, turned around and bent over. I dropped my pants and pushed my cock into her sopping wet pussy. We both came together as I shot my load for the last time into my daughter's pussy.
We don't even discuss it now and while I still love to look at her and think about how great it was it's a thing of the past.
Being Asian and fat is the worst punishment. I am 19 years old and a very romantic person, but I fear or feel no body wants me and loves me because I am fat and in the future I wouldn't be able to get the type of love I want all because of my body
I'm malel, 21 years old and I love my family.
I was raised by my grandparents and I always had great respect of them, but at this moment I can't "not respond" to the provocations of my grandmother.
All she tells me annoys me and I answer her badley, because I just lost my stepfather for about a month ago and she now wants to control everything that is happening here at home: (that hours we enter, that hours we left, where we go, what we do...) We currently need privacy and let us do our "grieving", but she is always on top of things happening.
Everyone tells me that I have to give her a "discount" because of her age, but I can not, but right after I answer her badly, I regret.
#family #grandma #stepfather #dead #bad #confession
I lost my virginity at 14 and pregnant at 16. Shortly after we married. My husband worked two jobs as I took care of our baby and home. The three of us got into quick-sand trying to survive with too many bills to pay. Luckily my husband's father opened his home to us resgiving us a dream of buying our own home. And he treated me like a Princess. Within a few months I was evil and committing adultry. My only other sex partner ever was my husbands father, but it's not my fault. Our sex is the best I've ever had. My husband was never home or was too tired. His single father and I were alone and together with sexual hunger so it was all natural and good for us until I got pregnant. Not positive who the father is because mostly sex with dad, but also my husband, and a few times with my uncle. My aunt would give me a baby break while insisting my uncle took me out. He's hot and had me wanting him. He took my pussy good. Very good and the biggest penis of all three.
So now my life is must be secret to a tight family. I am saddened that I let my hormones get me in this love circle.
How do I get out?
#baby #virgin #father #horny #nympho #14yo #pregnant #sex #uncle #hubby
Reading your site, I am a slut. Boyfriend and I broke up. I cried. Mom is out of town. Step dad comforted me. Sex was good. A year later, I am uncomfortable when the 3 of us are together, even though mom has no idea. I feel like a slut. Worse is a part of me likes the slut feeling. I am not a prostitute just because he gets my juices going.
#stetfather #sex #slut #cry #mom
Life isn’t fair. I ate right & exercised. No drugs or drink. Been sick much of my life.
I know fat smokers who eat endless fried foods; get drunk; smoke; did a lot of drugs, & won’t even wear a mask for Covid. Yet are healthier than me.
I am always wet and horny and get off on the idea of getting caught. Maybe this explains myself to me. My boyfriend travels alot. When he would go out of town I would visit and hang out at his home. I ended up fucking his brother when I could. Now I am wanting their father. Timing and visiting at the right time.
#wet #horny #boyfriend #brother #father #fuck #suck #slutty #sex
I made a 'Your mom's so dumb and fat...' joke to a kid whose mom died.
I feel terrible.
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
I will always hate my father because he is a disgusting person who loves to make people suffer, either by emotional or physical abuse. He has never stopped terrorizing my sister, caused her severe issues. I only keep in touch with him because i want his money to study. Now he is turning blind, making him even harder to deal with...i know he will never change or pay for what he did, but at least i know he is going to die alone
I don't know exactly how it started, or why I started.
All I know is that after that first time it led down a dangerous path I just can't seem to come off of.
At first, I would never have considered my case to be a serious problem. I would just do it here and there. I thought I'd have to do it many more times in order for it to become an actual problem.
The first time I remember making myself throw up was at work.
Yup, work.
I know I did it before that, but for some reason thats the first time I can recall. My boss had bought me a mint chip milkshake and I gladly finished it. A few minutes after I did I was filled with anxiety. I knew what I had to do. I went in the bathroom and quietly tried to make myself throw up.
I had to be no older than 14. At this time I had just lost a significant amount of weight( the healthy way), and I had to keep it off. From then on I battled extreme weight fluctuations and anxiety and guilt about eating.
Like I said, I never really considered myself to have a serious problem. I could go months without thinking about throwing up and wouldn't want to bury myself in a hole after eating some ice cream. I
t was the occasional ate way too much at dinner and then making myself not feel full after. After I ate a lot, I had the overwhelming urge to take a shower.
This is where I would make myself throw up. So, no one could hear me and the clean up was easy. It was weird, after I discovered the shower was a much easier place to purge, my skin just itched to take a shower after eating. I realized I was in a vicious cycle when I said to myself "Well, I'm going to make myself throw up tonight, so might as well keep eating."
This continued on and off for all of high school. It wasn't until my freshman year at college that things got really bad. I went into college excited as ever.
Ready to make new fiends, enjoy my freedom, start fresh. At one point I even thought the long distance relationship with Henry would work out… but that quickly changed.
Everything was perfect until right after fall break. I had lost a little weight (healthily) and went back for fall break a health 115 lbs, feeling great. I even thought the visit home to Henry went well. Then things changed.
Everything in my life completely turned around. I had to get my appendix removed suddenly.
Besides the extreme pain it caused, it took a lot of me with it. Missed a week of school, grades went down. Missed homecoming, halloween and weekends out. Goodbye new friends. Couldn't exercise for 2 weeks, goodbye in shape body. And Henry slowly fell off the map and we stopped talking. That surprised me a lot. He went from missing me and always talking to me to thinking that the best way to get over me was to forget about me.
Maybe he was right. Maybe it was for the best.
Long distance relationships in college just don't work. But then I didn't care. I just wanted him in my life.
Because I couldn't work out, I was terrified of gaining weight. I cut my calories significantly to make up for the lack of movement in my life.
This is when my "eating disorder" went from more bulimic to anorexic. It kills me to even type those words. One of the worst things that could've happened was me finding an app on my phone that keeps track of calories.
I would record absolutely everything in this app. I would even keep track of the calories in gum and multi-vitamins. My "goal" calories would be 1,200. But it would be a bad day in my eyes if my number even came close to that. I would be happy if my net calories at the end of the day was 200. (including the calories burned from working out..and I never missed a workout day.)
A typical day of eating for me would be an apple for breakfast, a few celery stick or carrots for lunch and a salad for dinner. This salad would be about the size of my hand. Or a few pieces of steamed broccoli. And I would feel guilty if I ate it all.
At this time in my life I think I was depressed. Im not really sure if I was, I just know I was miserable. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to socialize with anyone.
I avoided talking to people. I counted the days until I was able to go home. The only things I seemed to have think about were what I was going to eat the next day, and when. And Henry, somewhere in the back of my head I thought when I came home we were going to end up back together. I couldn't pass a mirror without lifting up my shirt and staring at my stomach, thinking that I needed to make it smaller. Sometimes when I would stand up I would get extremely dizzy and my vision would go black. Once, I even fell over and bashed my head on a door knob. Then came thanksgiving break. First thing I did when I landed was text Henry. He made up some excuse why he couldn't hang out… weird.
He's the one who told me to "wait". I don't want to go into too much detail about me and Henrys relationship, but to a certain extent he played a role in how my life changed.
When I first saw my family I could sense a weird look in their eyes. I knew I had lost a lot of weight but I didn't see it the way they did. For me, I was still obsessed about what I ate and how I looked. To them, I was grossly skinny. I thought I could loose more weight. The anxiety and guilt I got from eating was overwhelming. I love food and wanted to eat.. but I just couldn't. Friends would comment on me losing weight. I loved it.
I knew some people thought I looked gross. Some people said I looked amazing, but they were probably lying. P
eople constantly said that I needed to eat a sandwich. The worst was my dad shoving protein bars and cookies in my face. I did not respond well to that. I started giving attitude back when people commuted on how skinny I was.
When you're that skinny and someone points it out, it's the same as pointing out how fat someone is. It was mean. But I liked it. I went back to school continuing the same habits. Christmas break wasn't long after. At this point I had convinced myself and others that my weight loss was due to my extremely healthy views on food.
I would spend hours and hours on health blogs and looking up healthy recipes. In some ways, I was being healthy and because of this stage in my life I think I do have new outlook on food and why its important to be healthy. People bought it, I think. One night home, I ran into Henry. I awkwardly said hi at a party and that was our contact for the night. Later that night, he texted me. The conversation did not go in the direction I thought it was going in. He addressed how skinny I was and that people mentioned I have "changed."
He said that my body was better before, and that I had lost my butt. He thought I was being unhealthy and asked if I was ok. I was not happy about this. I was so mad.
Long story short the conversation did not end well. I cried to my friends about it, saying that I'm just a really healthy eater now.
Well, healthy eaters don't look like skeletor. Looking backIi should've known my friends agreed with Henry by the looks on their faces as I vented about it. I even cried to my mom about how much I hated my frail new body, but I didn't want to do anything about it. I got back to school to find out that my mom had contacted my roommate asking about my eating habits. I felt betrayed and embarrassed. At this point, I knew I had a problem.
But I only could admit it deep, deep down inside me. I also weighed myself for the first time in months. 98 lbs… I was shocked.
I was sick and tired about obsessing over everything I put in my mouth. The rest of the year was slightly better. I still only ate extremely healthy and my obsession was more about working out. I stopped running as much as I did and tried to add some strength training into my routine. I wanted to put weight on however, I weighed myself everyday and would make sure the scale didn't get passed 104 lbs. (104 would be a heavy day too)
But I felt better about myself. I never really felt weak because I was early a lot (granted I would just have a plate of vegetables, but it was still a lot) compared to how I was eating before, I was eating up a storm.
This is when I truly convinced myself that i was super healthy. Perfect workout schedule. Plenty of fruits and vegetables and I was really trying hard to get protein into my diet. I wouldn't eat any processed gross food. I even started to rub off on other people. My mom said I "inspired her and the family" and I hung out with a girl everyday and she became a really close friend of mine. She lost weight and was really happy about it. My friends at home would ask me advice about workouts and such and I loved it. I really developed a passion and love for fitness and health.
In the back of my mind I couldn't help but feel like I cheated people though, given my true feelings. School was finally over and I could wait to be back home. I remember slipping back into my old habits of obsessing in front of the mirror and thinking I was gaining a lot of weight. Until my friend snapped me back into reality.
She texted me after seeing me one day and expressed her concern about my weight. For a brief second I was mad and tried to think of an excuse. But I later thanked her, realizing that I wish people were as brave as her to confront me. I knew people were concerned and I wish they said something instead of waiting until I gained some weight back.
I don't blame them though, I don't think I could've if I were in their situation. From that point I knew I had to gain weight.
It was a sudden switch in my head to make myself realized that it is ok to eat.
And not to feel like I committed a crime for occasionally treating myself. However, this switch turned something else on.. something I hated.
For all of june and july I absolutely loved my body. I was so content with life and was the happiest I've been in months.(about 110-115 lbs)
Sometime in midjuly is when it all turned around. This is really really gross what I'm about to share. And really weird. (I slightly opened up to people about my other problems-but never this. its far too embarrassing) I don't know how the fucking gross habit emerged but I first tried it around christmas time.
I had been depriving myself for so long I just wanted to eat. A lot. And so I did.
But… I spit it back out before i could swallow it. I did that a lot over christmas break. Sneaking food into my room and waiting to be alone to eat.
At this time I also didn't want anyone to see me eat. (even if it was a normal meal)
I thought they'd judge me and think I was fat.. even though they were probably wishing my fragile frame would eat.
Anyway, my eating habits were normal and healthy, I would work out and had a very fit figure. I was thin, but a good thin. Not holocaust victim thin. I got obsessed with my chewing and spitting habit.. it got bad. I would spend hours eating and spitting it out.
By the end of my binge I would end up making myself throw up multiple times just to make sure that I didn't get any of the calories. But because the amount of food I ate during these binges, it was nearly impossible not to ingest some of these calories, even if I did throw up afterwards. (Mom... this is why the credit card bill was so high.. and why my room was a mess)
By late august I had lost that figure that I had absolutely loved. I looked in the mirror and tried to think of how I had gained weight. I had been eating healthy, workouted everyday. It was impossible that this were to happen. But oh yeah… I had hour long food binges.. of course it was going to catch up.
For the summer times I didn't really care though, it was nice to eat and not worry about it. But at the same time I'd almost rather have that than my new habit.
It was so annoying. I can't even describe how miserable it made me.
On the outside, everyone thought I had overcome my eating disorder and that I was back to my normal outgoing self. On the inside I was miserable. At least once a day I would cry to myself, tell myself I've hit rock bottom and that tomorrow I would stop.
But I couldn't. I went from weighing myself everyday to being terrified of the scale because I knew the weight had crept up. (I regret this, maybe I would've noticed the pounds inching up)
Here I am back at school and on the outside I seem happy. The school year is going so much better and I no longer count the days until I'm home, I love my friends and me and Henry are even friends now. But… its not over.
I've only been in school for a few weeks and I've made myself throw up many times.
I've been really risky about it considering I share a room and bathroom with other people. I've even made myself throw up in the bathroom and my roommate was in the room (I still wonder if the shower was loud enough)
No one would suspect anything though. Because I think I'm slightly overweight at this point. Infact I fucking hate my body. I'm about 133 lbs and I can't stand it. Granted, some of it is muscle but I would do anything to lose a good 15 lbs.
I'm actually really nervous to go home because all I can think about is how people are going to say how fat I am. I'm obsessed with thinking about my body. I literally don't go a day without thinking about how gross I look.
I'm writing this because I've never gotten all of it out at once. I'm not going to re read it but hopefully it makes sense for the most part. Even though I tried to explain how I felt, it's literally impossible to express what this past year or so has done to me.
I've been through so much and I don't think anyone can really understand it, no matter how hard I try to explain it. In some ways I don't regret anything because I really did learn so much about myself and other people. I also really have developed a passion for fitness and healthy eating.. even if it seems a bit hypocritical at times.
At the same time, I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. I wish I could just go back to july and redo the rest of the summer. If I hadn't had those stupid binges maybe I'd still have that perfect body. I'm trying really hard to get it back. But I'll find myself alone and just binge and purge.
My knocked even started to scab recently. I fear that I'll always have this relationship with food. I mean if you think about it, I've been dealing with it for over 5 years.
Making yourself throw up is not healthy.. even if its a few once or twice a month.
I would take the body I have now over the one I had over the winter though. But I still hate my body. I just don't know what to do at this point. I keep telling myself tomorrow… tomorrow it will all be better.
I can't help but think that it never will be better. But I want so much for it to be.
#food #help #skinny #fat #confession
Ever since the first vacation we took with my husbands parents I have been having sex with my father in law. He takes it as an opportunity to get me alone and he treats me like his little slut. This started 19 years ago.
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