Yep. I had it all figured out.I gave him a wicked grin and produced a battered pack of cigarettes from ashirt pocket. I flipped one out for him, and t...ok one for myself.Bret looked at me, awestruck with my expertise. "Where'd you get these?" heasked. "Did you swipe these from the store?" Shit, no", I replied. I was a lot of things, but I was never a thief. "Thelast thing I need is my parents on my ass for shoplifting. I found these alongthe side of the road when I was riding home from school. Aur hum log bate karne lag gaye.jab me didi ke sath bate kar raha tha to muje mere dost nikhil ki bate yad aane lagi muje badi ajeeb si feeling hone lagi.Mere na chahate hoowe bhi me didi ke figer ko dekhane laga.phir bahar se papa aaye.aur woh bhi didi ke sath bate karne lage.phir me waha se sarak te hoowe phone karane chala gaya.mene turnt nikhil ko phone karke apani halat batayee.phir nikhil bola me na kaheta tha aisa mere sath bhi hoowa tha aur sun aisa sabake sath hota he kyoki hum pahale. Looking around, I realized what I had done. Actually, what we had done. I didn’t quite know how to feel. One part of me was embarrassed because I masturbated in front of another guy. The other part of me was hoping it was the start of a relationship that would see us do it again.Dale put my mind at ease when he looked at me and laughed out loud. “God, that was wild. I love having an audience when I am playing in my panties. Until now it was just my mom, but watching you play with. " ... was her justification.We talked about everything, very candidly as well. At one point I told her that I would like for her to be my girlfriend, in which she broke out in a huge smile, blushed, and said that she would love that too. That look on her face still made my heart (and other stuff) tremble.But after a moment of introspection, she slightly changed her mind. "I know it is extremely difficult to keep control in this house, and I don't want our relationship to be compromised by this.