"She got mad and tried to tell me that she had been nice to me, lettingit pass that I had been forgetting to say 'I love her' for the lastcouple of da...s. I told her I had not been forgetting to say it, Ireiterated that I do did say it for I did not feel love for her, andthat maybe she should think about when was the last time she said sheloved me!It is sad, but now I am wondering if she ever loved me. How can shetreat someone she loves or has loved like this? It makes me wonder whatI did, how. I drank it and hugged her. After 5 mins we heard the knocking sound of the door. Then she went to the kitchen and I went to see who was that?It was my uncle Kishore. I was surprised and welcomed him.We chatted for half an hour. My mom prepared the coffee for him and served him. I saw their eye contact. Then I was sure they both wanna fucking session immediately. She went to the kitchen. I followed her to the kitchen and said to her that I would visit my friends and come back for dinner. So you. Feeling along her flat stomach, as if he enjoyed her soft skin against his hard hands. He reached up to her breasts, grabbing her bra tightly and snapping the straps with a jerk.'Oh!' She squeaked out in pain as the elastic snapped against her skin. 'Hush now sweet' He murmured, now flicking the broken bra off onto the ground with her panties. His hand returned to her breasts, feeling and kneeding her small, perky cleavage. Squeezing and rolling each between his large hands. Only pausing to. Well maybe not all the way, but enough that I don't think it's going to hurt very much the first time." What do you mean?" I popped my cherry last night." You did what?" Stacy asked incredulously. "How did you pop your own cherry? Did it hurt?" Yep, hurt like a mother fucker!" Olivia whispered back."How?" With this," Olivia said holding up her hairbrush. "It was your idea." What???" Ha ha, it was in my dream, you said your first guy Phil used it on you because you'd fucked him all night long.