Uske kamar par mujhe malham lagane main kuch paresani aa rahi thi to maine usse paint utarne ko kaha to usne mana kar diya. maine kaha Sharmao mat bha... maine tumko nanga tak dekha hai chote main aur hum donoin hasne lage, phir wo pent utarne ko raji ho gaya aur pent utar diya pent utarte he wo kewal french kut chaddi main tha aur uske penis ka utha hua hissa saf dikhne laga mere ek bar najar uspar chali gayi wo us waqt mere taraf dekhne laga hum donoin thoda sa muskuraye aur phir wo ulta let. “Damn it Terry, I love you.” The words just burst out of her mouth.Then more silence.“Well aren’t you going to say something?” She looked at me with those eyes.“I guess I was waiting for the rest of what you were going to say.”“What else should there be? I love you. That’s it. You. It doesn’t matter to me if your name is yours or not. I was lying in bed last night thinking how I was going to tell my parents that I don’t know if your last name is really your last name. Then I realized that it. With a roll of her eyes skyward, and a look of pure disgust on her face, the lady (whose name is Sibil, for the sake of this story) called out at the doorway “Go away I’m busy in here!”Turning back to me, she licked her lips suggestively and grinned with a succubus smile, one promising all manners of erotic passion of the most exquisite intensities. “Now let us get back to the more important things at the moment, namely you, and this sweet little part before me.” The fingers of one hand softly. "So we did - half an hour later we were sitting down for breakfast in just dressing gowns. "OK," I said when she had finished eating. "Time for presents." You mean other presents," she giggled.I smiled and handed her the various cards, letters and presents. The earrings from Debbie and Ramone were very pretty and Elise had sent her an 'I Love My Bump' maternity shirt which she adored. The second last present was from me. It was an envelope with vouchers for a trip to Florida in the upcoming.