I went into them knowing they would end and always saved myself from getting too badly hurt. The flip side, is that I never really let myself be mysel.... I always catered to their needs and desires. Well, not totally, but it was better to be passive and agreeable than argue. And most of the time, I didn't particularly care one way or another. That's part of the problem right there. I didn't care.Shit. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let. I decided to try my luck and suggested we go for a walk in the forest that was surrounding us. After a bit of persuasion, she agreed and with only the joggers and a loose t-shirt with no bra we set off rather hastily into the forest away from the bloke whom was watching us. After about 10 minutes of walking we found a secluded spot and began to heavy pet and I was in the process of fingering her when a bloke appeared near us and started to wank himself off to our show. A couple of minutes of. In all it was a feeling that cannot be described. She was looking down and slowly she moved her head up, she looked up at me in the eyes, a tear rolled down from it and she softly said, “I love you.”I consider these words to be really important and I believe that when one uses these words he or she should actually mean it. I knew that she meant it and I also realized that I too was in love with her all this time but I had never realized this. I hugged her again and said the three most. Sirf barish ke din hi hum ghar ka latrine use karte hai. Kheto mein 2-3 hi makan bane hai. Woh bhi bagal ke gaon ke honge baki pumpset hai. Humare khet se thodi door ek makan hai par usme koi rahta nahi hai. Ek din bhagwan ne meri sun li.Jab sham ko khet mein gayi to dekha us ghar ke chhat pe ek adami khada tha. Woh shayad mujhe dekh raha tha. Main usse chhup ke khet mein baith ke latrine ki. Jab main chup ke baithi to woh idhar udar mujhe khojne laga. Main use dekh paa rahi thi aur man mein.