"Quite the storm, ladies. You want to be out of this elevator in case the power goes off." He pushed the button for his floor and stepped away a polit... distance. If he noticed the girls holding hands, he never acknowledged it. Seconds ticked by like years before the elevator opened on Bobbi's floor. She waved shyly at him as the blonde led her down the hall. As the doors closed again, she caught Mr. Thompson winking and smiling, shooing them off to their private adventures. A squeeze on her. She smiled back at me, and then leaned in and kissed me. That was much more like it! We spent the rest of that night kissing, with her fondling my body, and me touching as much of hers as I dared. I loved every minute of it.On another day, we were at my house after gym practice. It was in the middle of the week so I didn’t have the usual crowd over, it was just me and her for a few hours. As we were in the pool she swam up to me and pulled me nice and close. She started kissing me. Again, her. , i hope ki aap sabko ye pasand ayegi.Aur mujhey aap sab log dosti karna chatey ho to plzz mujhey mail karrey @ yahi mera facebook i d bhai.Ab main seedha apni story pe jata hu ye story meri aur meri bhabi ki hai ,unka naam shabana hai ,unki age 23 years ki hai aur meri 18 years .Merey ghar main sirf main bhabhi aur mom rehtey hai bhai dubai main kaam kartey hai aur dad b hamesha banglore main rehtey hai .To bhabi ki shadi key 4 months bad bhaiyya dubai chaley gaye to uskey baad main aur bhabi. I knew how to shoot. I went to war. Killing a jap was the same as killing a squirrel. I sent all of my money home to my ‘wife.’ Small lie. I didn’t care. Shoot me! I killed Japs on Guadalcanal. And on Iwo. And on Guam. Yeah, Guam. That’s where I lost my foot. I recuperated. I did something called therapy. I got a, well, what they called a prosthesis. I came home crying and hurting. Cindy took me to her bed and loved me. It was bittersweet. Her tender touches and the lingering, sometimes phantom.