Jab main 12th class me padhta tha. Mere hi class me ek larki vi padhti thi jiska Nam Priyanka tha. Wo dikhne me kafi sundar thi,uska age karib 18 year... tha. US waqt ukse boobs kuchh jyada bre nhi the but uspe mere school ke savi boys ki najar thi. Par wo kisi vi larke se bat tk nhi karti thi. Kyuki wo bahut hi shying type girl thi. Mujhe vi wo bahut achhi lagti thi, but main use Kavi vi sidhi najro se nhi dekhta tha kyuki main vi larkiyo ke mamle me bra hi sarmila tha.Meri Umar us waqt karib 22. I was eight then. I had been spying on Dad and Maisie for a while, so I pretty much knew what was going on between them. Dad was always good to me. So I blame Maisie. It was her fuckin’ fault. She made it happen. She did it. But Mom kept Maisie and got rid of Dad. I don’t understand why Maisie gets off the hook and Dad had to leave us forever. I’m never going to forgive my sister.After Dad left us, Maisie has been kind of wary of boys in general. You’d guess maybe she doesn’t want anything like. "When is your wife back?" "Next weekend." She smiled and with a wink said "Good, very good." I pulled the junk mail out of the letter box and sumbled inside. I was absolutely whacked. By my reckoning I'd had about 3 ½ hours sleep and I was still pissed and stoned. I drew myself a good hot bath and threw in some Epsom salts. For some reason I thought that would help. As the water pressure was pathetic I cooked up some bacon and eggs while the bath was filling and ate them sitting on the toilet.. ” He answered swallowing his food” I’ll be like this forever and you’ll find me a perfect man in bed.” Both laughed aloud and started eating their food. After having lunch, he went to his study and she came after half an-hour. He told her that he’s so stressed, she placed his head on her chest and massaged his head and shoulders, then he kissed her hands and she took a book from a rack and sat on the couch near him. He kept on working, she was reading but no, she was watching him. Looking at.