Unho na mjhe handshak kiya ma na aj tak kabhi handshak ni kya tha ajj ma na phr un sa study ka darmiyan un se pooch ka apke bache kiu nahi ha to unho ...a muskara kar mje kaha abhi aaop chote ho apko nahi pata is bare mai na kaha hmm .Theek phr thori dair unho na mje btaya unke husband ma kami ha is wajah sa baap nahi ban sakte ma na ya sun kar un sa sooryy bola parhne lag gya . Thori dair bad ma na notice kia unke face k jaise rone wali hai to ma na kaha k main kal aa jaon ga to unho na kaha k. I was just an average student but to do even that well,I spent a lot of nights staying up late working on my assignments. Evenso, I did it.And as I look back on that Friday night, it is interesting that I was notupset that I didn't have anyone there to cheer for me. I was secure andhappy in whom I was. After many years of struggle and with help frompeople like my doctor and Amy, I knew myself so well.It was about two weeks after my college graduation when Beth called me onthe phone and asked me. It ended up being irrelevant.That embrace and kiss seemed to trigger something in both of us. I had never thought of Judy "that way" before, but it sure seemed natural once we started. We stood at the door for a few moments, making out. I pulled my arms from the embrace, and ran my hands up inside her PJ top. Her skin was exceptionally soft and silky, causing some abrupt spasms throughout my body.As quickly as we started being physical, we moved from the door to the living room. I gently guided. I never thought about any of the girls sexually. They were family, like sisters to me. I found it interesting that my Mom tried to encourage me to do things with the girls even when many of us had moved out of the house living on our own.One day when I was back home from work for the Holidays, my Mom told me that Sandy needed help moving furniture in her new apartment. I called her and she said, “Sure come on over.” I went over to her place and it looked like it had just been moved in. She.