Fir dinner ke bad thodi se batien hui aur bua ne mera interview ke preparation ke bare me pucha aur hum tv dekh ke so gaye.Rat ko 12bje bhai ka cl aya...usne bataya ki aj bua ka b’day h toh mai room me bahar gaya aur dekha ki bua balcony me khadi thi mai unhe awaz diya par wo mudi ni toh mai pas gaya aur unhe wish karne laga toh dekha wo roo rahi thi,maine unhe pucha kya hua unhone kuch ni kaha aur wo aur jor se rone lagi.Fir mai unhe andar le gaya unke bedroom me bahut puchne ke bad unhone. The Story StartsEvery story starts somewhere, so this is where I’m starting this one. I’m a student at an Australian university, and I’m not saying which one. I’m involved in some heavy duty therapy due to some heavier duty on campus events. My therapist asked, the reality is she ordered, me to write down everything about it and some other related key periods in my life. I’m writing this as a short story in the first person from just before the first major traumatic incident. Some things which. Ricardo was only wearing shorts which he took off and in the mirror I could see that he was very well endowed. He had long dark hair super smooth carmel colored skin and his body was totally smooth no hair. I was in love I want to make love with this man tonight and for as long as I could before Gabrielle got there.I made small talk so I could watch him shower in this beautiful typical shower with only a glass sliding door between us.I finished up and put on some sexy underwear that were meant. " she turned her smile on me as I brought her the coffee. It switched off quickly as she reached for her purse."No, no," I protested, "it is a pleasure to buy you coffee Miss. A kind of tribute really I suppose." Well, its certainly a long time since I was addressed as 'Miss' and a bit incorrect these days don't you think? Thank you anyway, it is appreciated. The coffee that is. Your politeness too for that matter. Refreshing these days." Well, it seemed appropriate, and anyway I didn't know.