But I thought this would act as a stimulant for Tushar.”My heart beat fast as di opened the package. It was a sexy pair of red lingerie to go with h...r saree. I had closed my eyes the moment di opened the package. When there was no reaction I slowly opened one eye. Di was staring at me expressionless.“Your competitive nature has grown a lot,” she said and started laughing. I felt relieved. “It’s sexy. If this doesn’t arouse Tushar to fuck me nothing will.” I was stunned by di’s boldness. But. It seemed to be the sound of my own alarm, though I was pretty sure that it was Saturday and I had no reason to get up. Regardless, I reached for my nightstand to turn the damn thing off, only to find that there wasn't a night stand? Really? Had I done it again? I heard some rustling next to me, then the alarm stopped, upon which I felt someone leave the bed and walk away. Great, this was the perfect opportunity for my escape. Obviously I'd had too much alcohol once again, which really always. A black satin skirt hung from her waist, the short hemline not even coming close to covering her as I would like, especially in front of other men, and when one of then got a chance to spin her along, the hem of her circle skirt flew straight out, revealing a total absence of panties underneath. From the hoots and calls of the men, it was obvious that her modesty was no secret. Her legs were covered by a pair of white thigh-high hose, complete with little pink satin bows on the top, and her. Keine Ahnung, was er jetzt macht. Was er jetzt denkt. Er fehlt mir.Wenn ... , ja wenn ... . Dann waere jetzt alles ganz anders. Dann wuerde ich nun vielleicht nicht vor meinem Computer sitzen und die Vergangenheit noch mal aufrollen. Vielleicht haette ich dann auch gar keinen Computer. Aber wahrscheinlich schon. Schliesslich habe ich ihn nicht, weil ich ein Junge bin, sondern weil meine Mutter meint, ein Computer sei heutzutage sowas wie ein Fernseher (frueher mal war). Er gehoert ganz einfach.