" How about one of my shirts? I think a girl in a guy's shirt is appealing." Okay ... I have to do my bedtime routine ... and you get to watch me." Be...time routine?" Fingerstick, shot, snack." Ah yes. I remember the bedtime snack." Keith stepped into his bedroom. He returned with a light blue, long-sleeved, button-down collar shirt. "Slip into this. You can use my room."Jenna returned, barefoot and wearing Keith's shirt. She had rolled up the sleeves. He scanned her up and down. "Wow!. Mere ghr may. May, baba, mama na aur koi nh hay baba ka transport ka kam hay. Lets back to story. Room ka door band tha aur may bed pe ulta leta whatsapp pe frend se sex kr rha tha. Achanak se darwaza khula aur Mehek ander agaii aur may ulta he leta rha coz mera l khara tha aur underwear se bahir the sidha hota tu dikh jata may ulta leta rha aur Mehek ko dantney laga k atleast you have to knock d door first. She said sorry mamu. May chali jaati hu. I replied nh aao beth jao. Ab hmari batayn. When I reached 12th, we shifted our house near to my uncle’s place and I got a chance to meet him actually see him again, he had grown all the more mature… I again fell for him.Ok… over with the history, let me jump to the actual story.Over the years, we had become friends and used to chat over Facebook. I had indirectly hinted him about my crush on him. On day while chatting he said,” look, I am not a kid; I know that you like me, I do understand all these things”. I was blushing on the other. And André didn’t like flying people as much as cargo, because passengers griped about his flying style, which was, well, in a word: rough. Commercial pilots (and their autopilots) are trained to fly with a soft hand, to make gentle corrections — so as not to scare the everlovin’ do-do out of little old ladies knitting back in coach. To put things in perspective, André did not care about these little old ladies. André liked to fly. He lived to fly. If he ever had an opportunity to do barrel.