Just then the doorbell rang, breaking the spell. Damn! Pushing down my dress, hands on my face to cool my emotions, I went to the door. It was the ...edEx man with a package. I invited him inside while I opened it. My guy had not forgotten Mother’s Day, even though his children were my stepchildren, I celebrated, and I opened the package with the handsome, tall FedEx man watching. “You have a nice place,” he said. “Thanks.” and unwrapped the box he had brought. “OMFG!” (Oh My Fucking God). ’ ‘Huh, I’m a talker, not a writer,’ Hope said, showing that sweet smile again. ‘Anyway, you mentioned that you had spent longer in unemployment that in work, so how do you fill in time?’ ‘Rather badly, like reading, turning up for the minimum required number of job interviews, fishing and going to uninspiring blockbuster movies. My one redeeming daub of creativity is that I write short stories.’ ‘Obviously you don’t mean aimlessly just to fill in time, judging by that sudden smile that’s come. "And," she giggled, "short skirts."She looked at me and smiled. We kissed. "Helen told me she was going toleave everything in the house, even her clothes. She said you could wearthem if you wanted to. She said that you probably would. She called you asissy." She kissed me again. "I think a lot of boys try on their girl-friend's underwear," she went on. "But wanking doesn't make you a sissy,does it?" We kissed again. Her hand slipped between my legs. Icompliantly parted my legs to allow her. Uska bur kafi tight tha merea lund usme jane ka nam hi nai le raha thaa. Ek do jhatke me h i khun a gay. Usne kaha lund me tel lago. Maine waisa hi kiya ab fir se main apne lund ko uske bur me pelne laga. Is bar thoda gaya maine jhatke lagana suru kr diya whn i did fastr wo rone lagi main use chdna chor us ke hoto ko chumne kaga main use pyar karne laga main use sehla ne laga. Aur use chatne laga. Fir usne mujh se kaha ab ham next time karenge . use kafi pain ho raha tha. Maine us se kaha tik.