Me kamre me gai aur puri nangi ho ke fingring ki…Ab hi uska call aaya ke kya kar rahi ho? To mene bola vo bate yad kar ke fingring… Gar pe sab bah...r gaye… To usne kaha ke vo aa raha hai…Mere mana karne par b vo aa gaya aur mene jat se gar me le ke lock kiya… Tab hi piche se pakad kar boobs dabane laga…Mene kaha koi aa jayega…Yaha nai bedroom me… Ab usne muje bedroom tak god me utha liya aur le gaya… Hamne kiss kiya aur usne uski jeans par isara kiya…Me samaj gai aur jeans ke anadar hath dal ke. I hoped. The meal went fine with the usual talk. I noticed him looking at my breasts quite often which wasn't an unusual thing. Dad was always checking me over, even touching me sometimes, not real obvious but enough to let me know that he wanted to have me. I had never done anything to discourage him and truthfully had encouraged it whenever I could. I liked the attention as well as the feels. It was after the meal was about over that I began to get pretty nervous and didn't really know how. I think now that it became a drug and I became an addict. I know I became a bitch, exploiting my beauty and thinking I deserved the consideration I was getting. I was hurting people I loved and did not realize it. "Last year, I met a man who put me in my place. He was immune to my outer beauty and he gave me a glimpse of what I truly was. I hated him for his honesty, but unfortunately for me, his opinion of me soon became the only opinion I could respect. My life wasn't worth a bucket of kitty. We chatted for a while over there. While chatting she got text from her cousin brother, I just peeped into it, and pretended that I didn’t saw that but actually I did. Her cousin brother was asking about the date and in the end it was written had you guys kissed.In my mind I thought that she was expecting a kiss and I frankly asked ” can i”She asked ” what”I repeated ” can I kiss”.On hearing that she understood I peeped into her cellphone and told me that ” my brother is a fool and just for.