He appeared in the hallway. ‘What the fuck do you want?’ he growled when he saw Matt. ‘Rick, we need to talk,’ Matt said. ‘Goddammit! I don�...�t want to talk to you!’ Rick yelled. ‘Jesus Christ, Matt, I saw what you and Mom were doing!’ ‘Rick, give me a chance to explain,’ Matt said. He wanted that much, at least. ‘Look, Rick, we’ve been friends a long time…’ ‘Some friend you are!’ Rick snorted. ‘Jesus Christ! What kind of friend screws his buddy’s mom?’ ‘Look, just listen to what I have to say,’. The friendship between Neethu and Nirmal is an extraorinary one. Usually boys and girls have sexual attraction between them. But Nirmal and Neethu had never imagined sex between them. Nirmal treats Neethu as a boyfriend and Neethu vice versa. They will openly discuss sex in ugly manner. But he never thought of even touching Neethu. And that is the case of Neethu. Neethu treats Nirmal as her girfrined. In short, if both of them happened to be in a bed on a night, nothing will happen except both. I always enjoyed watching her bend over into the hood of the car to check the fluids especially the break fluid, which was way in the back in the middle so that it was almost impossible for her to reach. I had to laugh when her tits rubbed against the hot manifold and burned just a little to let her know that it was still hot. Her white half shirt got greasy too. I sure wasn’t laughing when she took it off and started trying to get the grease off of it with one of my shop rags. Eventually I. I arrangedthe wig on my head, and saw that the below the shoulder lengthdid hide much of the shape of my cheeks.The impression I wanted to convey, because of the differencebetween my sister's license picture and how I would look today,was that of a young woman, establishing a career, withoutabandoning her femininity. For an outfit, I chose a navy bluebusiness suit, with a white blouse, one of my sister's outfits.She had been almost the same height as me, and fortunately,skirts had gotten a bit.