It wasn't the smell of sex; that hadn't taken long enough. It was the smell of bread, coming in through the bedroom window on the intermittent western...breeze. It was the sound of Mozart, an aria this time. He always made bread to Mozart. Lying there, my eyes closed, my senses engaged, I let my hands slide down my body. This could be the last time I would experience this delicious combination for many months, and I meant to give it a proper greeting.Tim had moved into the house next door at the. Jo story ab main batane ja reha hu vo meri or meri GF ki hai main use bahut payar karta hu or sex bhi payar ka hi ek roop hai,to aap logo ko bor na kartein hue khani par aata hu, meri gf ka naam monika hai or vo ek bahut hi hot body ki malika hai jise dekhte in hi mera lund khada ho jaata hai but kabhi maine uske saath sex nahi kiya tha , lekin abhi kuch dine phale hi hum ne milne ka plan kiya to main use lekar ek resort main chala gaya or ek room le liya.Room main jaane ke baad humne normal. "I'm afraid I was up a little late last night and overslept," she added in explanation of her appearance. "Just give me twenty minutes and I'll be ready to go."With that she turned and vanished into her bedroom, leaving a still shocked Peter staring at the long, smooth legs stretching out from beneath the terrycloth covering.Peter finally found his voice again once Kathy was gone. He couldn't believe she had just opened the door dressed like that and was so casual about it."Well, that didn't. He was a 'geek', an eccentric. Love had evaded Gerald for the most part all his life. He once kissed a girl, so he knew partly what 'the other side' felt like. But what broke his heart was when he found out she did it on a dare from her friends in a narcissistic game of 'Truth or Dare' on the school grounds one day. He'd asked all but 14 girls to dance at one of his middle school dances and they all turned him down. He was kept captive one gym period in the dark in the change room at school one.