From next days we came on the main topic of sex and affair when i asked her ‘whats the reason of all this storytelling’ to which she replied:S : t...mhe nhi pta kya ?H: btaogi nhi toh kaise pta chlegaS: itna seedha bhi mt bno ..seen u flirting with many aur ab jb mauka de rhi hu tohseedha bn rhe hoH: i’m interested for some real fun ye virtually kr kr k bore ho chuka huS: i think i can help, but u have to commit one thingH: what?S: you’ll have to satisfy me atleast twice in a month then only we. Our race (if I may call it such) has not been especially distinguished if we ignore our major effect on the world through the spreading of the bubonic plague. (This may not have been a complete negative, however, since it set back the overpopulation problem by a couple of centuries and we are likely better able to cope with overpopulation today).Now, after apologies etc. that match those of the principals of this tale, I must add a note of self-promotion. I have a famous ancestor. Unfortunately. " I don't live in a tent made of skins. My tent is made of wood and is called a house." Take house much work?" I don't move it like you would move a tent. My house stays in one place. It is strong and safe, and I grow my own food, so I don't need to move all the time." Sarbun want see house."A bit later, we arrive at the house — our home! When I open the door, the dogs go in and jump around, excited to be home.Sarbun is curious, but distracted by the sounds of the chickens. She follows me to. She was shocked and speechless……. I think she was much afraid at that time and started requesting……”bhai jan yahan kiyon lait gaye hain,,,,plz mujhe chorein aur apne room mein jaein”….. I said Saba nothing will happen just keep lying for some time……… she didn’t utter a word and turned around to face the roof so now my arm was touching her virgin boobs………she had started shivering but I held her………after some times I kissed her on her neck…… at that time I realized that she had started crying.