I used to call her didi and onefine day my life changed at that time I did not know what is sex or sexualdesire, I used to talk very much farnkly as l...vers my mom received a call fromvillage we had a marriage of my cousin, We have to go for the marraigebecause he was our close relative that time I had my 2 xzm ppr left so I can’tgo with her or nor she can stay with me then thinking for a while my momdecided to call Aarti (didi) to stay with me we both were very much happy thatwe ould get time. I decided ok, its time to learn, i ordered a book and read all about it, its history, the role it plays in your body and also how erotic it is.One day, i decided its time to give this a try, before i was a little scared to attempt it because really had no idea how this would happen, how it would feel, really just shy because i didnt know much about when my g-spot was, we always tried but had little success. So, while my man was out, i locked all the doors and went upstairs to my bedroom where i. She confirmed it herself when I was in my teens.She never had much use for the male of the species and often told me she wished I hadbeen born a girl. Girls were easier to raise, better behaved and in all ways better than boy'sand their troublesome ways. Girl's were smarter, girls never caused trouble and boy's weredirty and loud and always in trouble. She would tell me how much she wished I had beenborn a pretty girl to spare her the endless misery I caused her. A few times she told meshe was. Dressed and frustrated, I left for home. While I was sexually frustrated, my life seemed easier. The weekend came and went as if a dream, still no excitement to fulfill my growing lust, but everything else was easier because of my sudden zest for life.Of course, that just is an excuse for the naughtiness I was willing to perform on New Years Eve. Each year we go to the same party, with the same people, and my husband dances once with me and then gets drunk and I get a ride home with my best.