I held on long enough to see her face contort as her orgasm started. She reminded me so much of her mother. Then I came in her, kissed her, and held h...r in my arms until she finally spoke.She said, “If you can do that to me every day…and change a messy diaper occasionally…you would make me the happiest girl in the world.”I replied, “I’d love too.”I pulled the covers up and she fell asleep in my arms that night. She didn’t even hear her daughter cry at three in the morning. I went in, changed. Not all had been good experiences. He always felt that after sex he just wasn’t satisfied. Maybe he wanted something different. Some people are perfectly fine about being gay or bisexual, but for others, it is a scary mine field. Stevie was one of those people. People had commented on him being gay for years and he always felt ashamed. He denied it, of course, but as time went by the thoughts about the whole subject haunted him. He still found women attractive and some men. The thought or even. She blushed listening to me and left the place.Life moved on for few months. I started calling Vikram before reaching my apartment, in case he is not on shift so that their privacy is not been compromised with.In the mean while I got married to my fiancé and Vikram moved out of my apartment. After few months talks started amongst Vikram and Preeti’s families for their marriage. As both of them from the same city and the same community things started developing in a positive way.As the company. Why?" He seems distant. Like something's bothering him. And, he hasn't saidmuch." We had a talk last night." About what mere?" You." Me?" We talked about what you told me yesterday." Mere! Why ... why didn't you tell me earlier? What did you tell him?" I had to talk with someone about it. And, I only told him about yourtime with Amy in high school." Nothing about Jaimie or Ariane?" No fille, that's for you to do. If you want to." He's going to hate me." No. No, he won't. You're his little girl..